MOONLIGHT FOLLOWED BY FROST...

Last night, I thought it had snowed. 

But no, it was moonlight, 
spread thick and white like a layer of cream all over my valley; 
and the creek waters gleamed. 
And now the new morning is crisp, 
and the beam of my flashlight picks up bright diamonds left on my lawns by the frost. 
Sunday is here, 
and it will be lovely, whatever the temperatures.