The morning...
Frost glistened in the yellowish gray light of early dawn on this spring day. The grass lay flat, and lifeless, covered in a layer of icy crystals, which made it look like some strange bacteria under a microscope. The air was still, and cold, hanging low over the hills in a hazy fog which seemed to be trying to hide from the increasing amount of light. My breath was visible as I slowly exhaled and tried to minimize my presence. Looking down at my foot steps behind me, I realized that I wasn't doing a very good job at trying to be stealthy. But then I shrugged, and figured that by the time the sun hits the grass, the frost will have melted away and erased all evidence that I had been through this way.