This morning , it was minus 2, and the morning was casually scattered with glittering frost patches .The sky was pink, dotted with birdsong, and stirred into tiny breezes by the beating of many bird wings as they all started their day .
As I looked east to where the sun was just making an appearance , my imagination decided to intrude. It does this, frequently, and carries my mind off to somewhere else :)
So, this morning, I was looking across our shallow valley and the fog, (which was clambering up the ridge to get away from the cold ground) made the slope appear as a snow-covered hill , and it looked just beautiful :)
Winter mornings are the best!
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