More specifically concerning: frost
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The changing patterns of frost on the window are always interesting to me.
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Frostbound at home.
No snow, sadly. And of course expected – hoped for – snow at the mountain for Christmas; I’m sure there is, too, another few hundred feet further up. The only thing for it is to skate Skarphedin-like across the hardwood floors in stocking’d feet for another cup of tea.