The air pricked the skin on my face today. It was a strange sensation and I stood there for a moment trying to understand where it was coming from. I could not see the reason but I could still feel it.
The air had frozen during the night, the result was a beautiful blanket of white frost that covered every tree and shrub. A haze hung in the air creating an ethereal feeling to the valley. It was on the verge of eerie but the overwhelming calm overrode the underlying edginess.
It was a day when I wished we lived in the country, so I could sit in a deep chair by the window; snuggled under a downy blanket, sipping the lukewarm remnants of my coffee just watching the world.