Underneath me, the grass is white with frost, crunching as I step. But the frost is melting and the fog is burning away. It’s going to be another beautiful day.
Underneath me, the grass is white with frost, crunching as I step. But the frost is melting and the fog is burning away. It’s going to be another beautiful day.
I love the crunchy grass mornings. The air smells amazing, and being rugged up against the cold is super cozy. Thanks for the picture 😄