As soon as I crested the hill I knew something was different.
The neighborhood below had changed. The houses looked - less there - as though they were thinning and slipping from view. Slipping, perhaps, into a different dimension.
It took me a few moments to realize the unusually heavy frost had turned black roofs to white, green lawns to silver and car exteriors to opaque crystals. Perhaps when the sun rose everything would be sparkling bright, but in the dim light of almost-dawn the scene was of a community that had gone ghostly pale.
Perhaps fitting for Halloween morn, but disconcerting enough to make me wonder if the houses were truly as substantial as they had been the day before.
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