Words and Light

This morning, I walked out to my car — and for the first time since I’ve had it, its windows were frosted over.

The front windshield, from the outside.

Of course I’ve seen frost before, and of course I’ve had to scrape car windows. But that was my roommate’s car several years ago, and when I had my car in Missouri, I also had covered parking for it.

The front windshield, from the inside of the car.

I’ve also never seen frost so light and pretty and snowflake-y.

The back windshield.

So yeah, I had to snap a few shots before I scraped it all off and drove to the newsroom.