Can you see him?
The bearded man on the other side of those icy rocks?
See the steam floating over his left shoulder, and up into the frosty sky? Miss Posy and I believe it came from a huge pot of stew he was taking to some unfortunate peasants who live beyond the village....
You see the village behind him, right?
A few roof tops and the church spire are just peeking over the hill.
We discovered all this etched in the frosty windowpane yesterday morning. And I am glad I took the pictures when I did, for when I went to look at it again about a half an hour later, the bright morning sun had melted it all away....
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