PURE GOLD

What a morning . . . grand light but so cold and frosty . . . any kind of walking was so hard . . . falling over not an option I want to consider.
By mid-morning the ice had gone and the sunlight had burned off the fog . . .  hard to believe that one mile down the road it was still hard to see at all in the fog that reused to budge. That is winter by the coast !