Almost every winter, in Condon, there’s a bout of freezing fog. It’s like having snow, without the bad roads. The fog comes in and freezes  thick on everything. The trees get a flocking, all the dry grasses turn white and fat, barbed wire softens.  It’s beautiful.

Bill and I went walking Christmas morning. The freezing fog turned me grey. When we walked the day before, it was sunny and I regretted not having my sunglasses. This time I had them. Just in case. Maybe they kept my eyes from turning frosty.

Walking in the cold like that is a giddy kind of challenge. It woke me up and my face hurt and, when I took off my gloves to snap a picture, my hands got so cold I didn’t think I’d get them warm again. I wondered if we were a little bit stupid, going out in it. No one else was out, it being Christmas morning, it being crazy cold. But we did our full walk, up by the golf course, the old granary, past the fairgrounds and the cemetery, to the airport, then back by way of the new granaries.

Walking around Condon always makes me want to write. It’s that kind of place.

One Response to “Frosted”

  1. CarrieSue says:

    Well hello dear Aunt! How exciting to read your new blog ~ and pictures too! What a treat for us, being far away. The frozen fog pics made me want to be on that walk with you two. Anything flocked always reminds me of Gramma’s Christmas tree ~ but I think that’s the first flocked hair I’ve seen, you wear it well. 😉 I’m anxious to check out the excerpt from your novel, I’ve read all but that so far ~ it will have to wait though, Cleo is “patiently waiting” for her turn. Oh how I wish for a second computer in this house, not that we really need to spend more time on one! Hope your Christmas was very sweet, hug my Unc for me and take good care of yourselves ~ love you bunches!

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