When I walked by my patio doors, I noticed an interesting image on the glass: The frost is patterned in such a way that it appears to be snowing.
Frost-flakes are falling from a frost cloud.
The bitter cold of January has arrived: a windchill of -39 degrees celcius.
Warm inside in fuzzy pjs, though, I can appreciate the effects of the cold on my windows.
Endless frosty compositions.