At the moment, it is uncharacteristically cold here. So cold, the dew has frozen on stuff and the puddles have a fairly thick sheet of ice on them during my morning walks with the dog. My dog has gotten in the habit of asking me to carry him through the biggest puddles. Funny thing is, I agree each time. Unfortunately, I can’t take a picture of myself doing that, but here’s a picture of my feet on some frosty wood.
Can you see the faint dog print in the frost?