Hoar Frost, Rime in the Southern Appalachian Mountains

I appreciate the gentle way winter has introduced itself this year, with a light snow, and this morning, a lovely hoar frost in rime. Of course, it is not winter. It's fall. There are distractions.

I may not even know the day when winter formally arrives.

I'll take these gentle days as the

annoucement of a new beginning,

a new season, end of a decade so the beginning of a new decade, end of a journey so the arrival of a destiny, a new destination in my life.