January Morning

The sunrise is casting a pink glow on the mountains. The grass is covered with snow. The pink sky is reflected in the water of the pond. Every moment the sky gets pinker. It is cold, very cold. The wind has been blowing hard, but it is suddenly still now. The sky is a bleak blue-grey everywhere else. Suddenly, most of the pink is gone from the sky. The wind is back with a vengeance. It is bitterly cold. It blows the snow from the roof in gusts. And then it is still again. All is white. It is cold.


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