'Twas beautiful this morning on the drive to work. I don't know the temperature over night, but there had clearly been a very hard frost.
The scene was covered in that beautiful winter frosting, a dusting of white giving the trees, bushes and scrub a white halo, set afire by the glorious, clear, cool winter sunshine. A gentle steam arose from the river running through the valley bottom, as a couple of deer stood breathing heavily in the crisp air. In one of the trees, a beautiful male blackbird was singing, its deep black coat and vivid yellow beak a stunning contrast to the subdued colours of the near monochrome scene.
Sadly, I'm now sitting in the office.
