The sun gleams down the mountains,
Warm, liquid gold cascading along- bringing promises of comfort and cheer- moments savoured.
Silver clouds sail by so low, I want to reach out and touch them,
Radiant and aglow, bursting with sunlight- they teasingly graze the tops of hills as they lazily float across the sky.
I stand still, admiring with awe and baited breath,
So not to shatter this pristine stillness- feeling the the sun on my face and the breeze entwined in my hair.
Do you know how beautiful a winter's day can be?