Morning dawned with crystal clear sky domed above Victoria.
Jeweled coats of frost adorned rooftops and windshields.
(Oh bother, I’ll have to scrape my windows this morning.)
From the windows at work, distant grey blue mountains still draped in glittering white finery etched themselves against the pristine azure sky.
The afternoon, frost long gone in warm sunshine, bustled with activity in Cook Street Village ~ shop doors opened to sunshine and brisk spring air.
“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different
kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”
~ Mark Twain
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