Zero

Zero degrees Centigrade. The temperature at which water becomes ice. The temperature at which zoos become slightly more comfortable for the poor polar bears, but not for zebras. The temperature at which puddles freeze and time stands still for pond life.

Winter has arrived, a little late, but thank goodness it's cold.

There was a slight hiccup on day one of my alphablip, so no zany celebrations just yet. - I started at B with a bar, bike and bus, unaware of the monster that was emerging. But it seemed fitting to start with B for Blip. So, I'm going to finish it with A. :o?

There have been highs and lows and quite a bit of alphablip licence, including today. But the theme is still there, no matter how thin the ice that is walked upon.

Anyway I liked the bubbles and shapes in this puddle, so it got alphablipped.

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