A Life of Rime

A Life of Rime IV

The area around my school was looking exceptionally beautiful this morning. Even the perimeter fence (not usually famed for its good looks) looked stunning covered with icy fronds.

Temperatures never made it above zero yesterday and the frost just kept on forming all day and all night. The layers of rime (not to be confused with snow, so Paul Hudson, the local TV weatherman, tells us) looked remarkable: white, sparkly and beautiful.

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