Frost on my windshield

My dar­ling wife called me on her way to work this morn­ing to say I should go out and take pic­tures of my car before the sun came out. I did­n’t get the mes­sage till 3½ hours lat­er, but for­tu­nate­ly the sky had been cloudy all morn­ing and the nifty frost pat­terns she’d noticed were still there.