First Frost

The only, only good thing about waking up at 6 AM (to a blast of Arctic-seeming air from the heating vents, as the landlady has turned the thermostat down from 70 to 65 overnight...) and scooting out of the house at 7:05 and missing the bus by 30 seconds at 7:20, thereby necessitating a drive to school... the only, only good thing about all that was waking up early enough to get a good look at this year's first hard frost.

Beautiful, the juxtaposition of autumn's last blaze and winter's first ice, like the intersection between the real world and fantasy.

But which is which?