I learned a new word today -
pogonip - yet once I knew its definition I realized it's possible to know something, something very familiar, even if you didn't know it had a fancy name. Glassy crystals on trees, hushed frozen foggy breath, hanging in the air, everything dusted in frosty white. Each step crunching fragile blades, simple sounds echoing, seemingly much louder along nature's frigid exterior. I've seen it, I've experienced it, I've walked among it. But I had simply called it, "Too damn cold."
Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Pogonip suggested by Martha Kennedy
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