It's furry outside

It has been one of those weird freezing but foggy nights. 

An almost colourless day - and look, someone stole the mountain view again.

The dampness in the air creates a heavy hoar frost

which coat the trees in an icy layer - it looks like white velvet.

Boring suburban wire fences are five times their usual size

and the sun desperately tries to break through 

the frosty haze.

The grass looks alien

and the urban landscape portrays beautiful silhouettes.

And, of course, if you lie on your back, 

you can lick the snowflakes.