Temperatures are dropping, and a thin crust of ice is forming over the top of the pond. The goldfish were swimming back and forth, as though seeking the direct light of the sun and then returning to warmer shelter. Glints of orange, like fire under the ice.
Cold enough the snow isn't melting on the frozen ground. Cold enough for winter coats and gloves. Cold enough to warm yourself from ice beside the fire.
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