Termination Dust

A bite to the air this morning makes me wonder if it snowed high in the mountains. It rained most of the day and the clouds sat low enough to cover the peaks like a beauty hiding behind a mask at a ball. By late afternoon it cleared up a little, so I braved the chillier temps and ran as fast as I could to the alpine to find my answer. It felt different than any night the last few months, an orange glow crept in on the meadows, and a teasing cool wind left me with all my layers pulled on tight. Once high enough I looked to the eastern mountains and there it was, the first termination dust of the season, a beautiful new white layer ending right where the clouds kissed the earth flirting with the idea of winter.