Winter mornings

The clear cold air seems completely still, like it is too cold to move. The trees are covered with a fine layer of what seems like snow, but cannot be. Snow only sticks to the tops due to gravity. There is a rare thing that happens when the fog rolls in during the evening and settles as the temperature drops. All the moisture that was in the air freezes to everything it touches, covering it with a layer of white frost crystals that wrap themselves completely around everything like paint.
In the early morning sunlight everything sparkles and shines. It is beautiful, so much so that it doesn't enter your mind how truly cold it is outside.