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Winter showed off today’s morning like it had been waiting for applause.

The fog was so thick it felt as if someone had painted the world in soft white brushstrokes. I stepped out with my cup of tea, and the rooftops glittered with frost, looking like they had borrowed diamonds for the day. The air was sharp, daring me to take a deep breath, and I did, just to feel winter’s bite.

Of course, winter loves its comedy too. I nearly slipped on a patch of ice near the gate while trying to admire the scene. The tea survived, my balance did not, and I laughed at myself because that is exactly how winter keeps things interesting. The crunch of leaves, the sparkle of frost, and the little clouds of breath remind me that winter is not just cold, it is playful.

Nature knows how to headline its own show.