Here in the Northeast frost is one of those early warning signs of Winter. We have had it for a few months now. Sometimes early October it comes, sometimes not until December. At times it’s like a fresh carpet of stiff icicles coating the ground, giving the encased grass the ability to appear silver or to sparkle in the early sunlight. It morphs into existence as tender flakes of frozen water diligently waiting for resurrection. As the day warms, these tiny water particles loosen their grip and break free from the fauna they cling to, so that they may play their part in the circle of life. So tiny and fragile it changes how the world appears on many a Winter morning.