The Third Day, The Frost

So this was a while ago, but it was the third day of frost in Van, as I walked to work. It was funny to hear the gravel crunching under your feet as the hardened moisture in the dirt was broken up, or to make indents in the grass with your feet as the pressure of your soul causes the ice to melt. I guess the sad realty is that it means that it really is getting cold here.