On a cold and frosty morning

I have to admit that I did not appreciate my daughters 7 am wake up call to go and help her with the horses at the yard where she works, 7am on a Christmas morn is only acceptable when the kids are young, you have a glass of fucks buzz in your hand and the excitement of Santa's visit is uncontainable. However there was a lot to fit into the day so with the temp at -6 we wrapped up warm and went off to see to the horses. I was dispatched to fill haynets in the darkness, but while I was blindly muttering and fumbling in the unlit shed, nature and the universe were calmly going about their business, creating a beautiful dawn and presenting it for all to see. In one second I turned from wishing I was still wrapped in a cosy duvet with my eyes sealed shut in a deep sleep, to enjoying to magic of the moment with crisp clean air and new fresh light. That is the power if nature, never underestimate it.