The grass crunched with frost beneath his feet. The crisp air of winter had come early this year and the frost settled in mid November. He got the paper out of the box knowing the ice was here to stay, making itself comfortable until March, at the earliest. The paper's top headline corroborated, and below the fold were stories of black ice related traffic accidents. He turned around and took a different route back inside as to maximize the crunch beneath his feet. He cursed the sky for not snowing, but went inside and made hot cocoa anyway.
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