Winter sun

Back from Christmas in the UK, back to the same old same old; same old mountains  stoical and snow capped, same old river indifferent to  festivities, resolutions or the joy of family,  the same old wood smoke rising like spectres and haunting each one of us, same old clutch of lambs born too soon gambolling on stubbornly frosted grass…

and then one day like this:

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