Fern frost in the morning on a blueberry-coloured car. The depth of this frost is in the micrometers but it's location on the car provides for the illusion of depth.
This makes me wonder as to what extent our senses delude us. Things and happenings are never what they seem to be. Ephemeral, too. All it takes is just a bit more than a hint of sun and these forms are gone. And unique... no two are alike. Just like all of us... similar in our uniqueness, and just as fleeting, in the whole scheme of things.
A cold (-13C) and dampish 7 am, March 7th.
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