The whole school field was covered in a white blanket of frost.
Trees were getting wetter and wetter. The sleeping sun was not yet awake, but a fiery, burning glow surrounded it above the treetops. Crunch went the grass underfoot.
Small, iced flakes lay on the leaves and a blurry mist hovered in the air.
The blue sky had gone, in it's place a dark, burnt fire. The buildings were dim boxes. The great oak was hidden under a thick fog.
Slowly I crept through the mist, ice beneath my feet giving me away.
Exploring, I was, through the cold fog. Beating, my heart was, for fear of hypothermia. Fog was blurring my gaze, frosted leaves drooping with wetness, frozen nests of sleeping birds.
The frost covered grass was white and cold.
How did it get here? Perhaps a giant bird had come and scattered it's white feathers across the ground.
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