Pre-blog blog entry

I spent the night south of Northfield (would that just be "field"?) after gaming. A morning walk was cold, but the scenery was worth it. The previous day had been one big wooly cold fog, and the trees and bushes were all coated with thick fuzzy white ice. Each branch, each spindly twig, stood out against the high blue sky, while thin clouds scudded by far overhead. As I watched, the trees rained ice and snow down with delicate sounds. Shards of ice jumped out of the grass as if it was hailing.