We never got the promised snow yesterday - just a half hour or so of light flurries - but this morning it's only 20 degrees out, and my usually-waving field of grasses is frozen still and grey. The deer that just wandered across barely paused along the way. Apparently a cold, crunchy breakfast was not to their liking.
The sun is coming up though, warm and clear, and before long they should be able to satisfy their empty tummies. What was so drear and depressing just a few moments ago, is being transformed. If you are a Twilight fan, picture the way Edward's skin began to glisten, the moment he stepped out into the sun of that Italian piazza. Perhaps the author was inspired by a scene such as this.
Our bags are packed - we could leave any time - but I think I will sit here in the sun a while longer... gather its warmth around me like a shawl, before heading off to face what the weekend has in store for us.
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