Meet with Mr. Frost

It is early and I can feel the chill in the air and my breath shows as a cloud rising from my mouth. There is light in the horisont but the sun is still far from raising and as I look down on the field I see the white covering parts of the ground.
The breath of winter. Winter is about to enter and I can feel chills down my spine. Sweeping the parts I see how everything shift in white. Sky is slowly lightning up i still have winters in my neck and it bothers me to know he's so close.

I had met with mister Frost. His lakey.