The frost started setting in quite early last night, not too long after midnight, at the western edge of Clyde. The village is situated on low ground surrounding the Pigeon River. In warmer weather, the early morning is dominated by fog. When it's cold out, frost forms there before it does at my house, 17 miles away and a thousand feet higher.

It was 19 degrees at my house when I got home this morning. I was thankful that I was wearing two winter jackets while the car thawed out, too.

It's bedtime, at least for a while. Nitey-nite.

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