Frost

There's frost all through the valley today, and frost is a kitten. She's so beautiful and delicate that you gasp with delight when you see her - then she's under your feet when you didn't know it, tripping you up and making you cross, but you still love her because, after all, she is so delightful.

Frost is Cinderella' slipper, a delicate pretty thing, but strong enough to last when all the other magic is over, playing tricks on rich princes and ragged girls.

Frost is the hard breath of an ice-dragon from far above the sky.

Frost is the finest tracery of lace on a blade of grass.

Frost is all around The House of Stories, where three of us are warm and snug tonight.

Goodnight.