The coming of Winter, and cold is interesting to me. To live where it snows, to watch Winter settle is amazing. Earth’s axial tilt, less Sun, longer nights, less warmth, and all the physics apply well enough. Then a subtle and delicate beauty is witnessed, a gradient’s gentle affirmation of a kiss between Earth and Sky, as Earth nods to Winter’s sleep.
There are some few mornings in Fall, when the temperature is just so, that each blade of grass is tipped with frost, but not so toward the heart. The heart is warm. You see, Earth is not yet frozen, but Sky is. As Sun rises, a delicate balance between Earth and Sky is shown on the lawn, then quickly gone. For once Sun shines directly upon the blades, the frost melts into a drop, and the pearl reflects Sky. Just before it does however, the green hue from the heart of each blade, the part that is not frosted, is illuminated in the morning light, and reflects through the frost on the blades. The entire field glistens green, a hard, brilliant, sparkling green.
These few mornings, heralding the coming cold, are the Emerald Mornings.