First appeared in IDEALS Magazine
The sun came up today, as usual, but with a difference. While we slept, rain changed to snow, quarter-size flakes accruing on the wet earth. Temperature dropped faster than snowflakes, freezing the garage door shut. Morning brought a crystal cloak, to cover winter's drab face; a blanket of jewels, winking in the sun. A priceless gift, from the Diamond Maker.
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