It's going to be a lovely day

The sun has only been up for a short while, but its warmth has already started to melt away the brittle layer of ice that covers each blade of grass. A fine mist floats across the fields, and the distant, leafless trees seem to be on fire; they glow a fantastic orange and red.

The dawn chorus is in full swing; the singing birds appear to be in direct competition with the noise of the morning traffic coming down the hill.

The dog runs around excitedly. She rolls about, wide-eyed, and yaps every now and again; the frozen lawn amuses her.

I drain the remains of my morning brew and decide it’s time we go in. It’s cold now, but later it’s going to be a lovely day.