Frosty morning....

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, frosty morning, up with the lark, off to there and back, cold with iced windscreen, fog and dark and bleary eyes... why oh why?

Stepping out at the services to pick up a coffee and opening my eyes properly and wide, the fog lifting slightly, then all around - hoar frost etched... the trails of fairies? Or was it that the moon had touched our world and remade it out of moonbeams.

So white and still and clean.

Cold, cold, cold, and on looking up I saw the warming buttermilk sun - and on seeing knew that soon this moonbeam world would be gone.