What there was of it.
One morning all of the trees on the way to work were vibrant green.
Then the weekend passed.
The next Monday the colors changed; orange, red and still the constant evergreen.
Then the weekend passed and here on this Sunday morning we look out on the front yard as the glassy grass reflects the first rays of the sun, refracting parts of the rainbow with the blade’s ice crystal coating. 
The ice will melt and it will be shirtsleeve weather for most of the daylight hours, but with the sun’s setting the frost will once more slide down from the surrounding hills.
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Then another weekend will pass and the frost will no longer leave with the sun, but be our guest for the long winter. 
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