Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Wondrous worlds..

A crisp frost lay upon the grass outside. The low sun made a diaphanous haze float over the stark whiteness. The air was clean and very fresh.

As I drove out into The Fen the haze turned into a beautifully ethereal world of mist and shadow, rainbow colours drifted into view and just as suddenly disappeared. One moment clear skies, the next, foggy hidden dips and hollows. Ghostly trees made ominous shapes, arms waving to scare off the unwary traveller.

The power of the Sun quickly showed its path as the frost melted, leaving patches of strangely white shadows and sunlit dark grass. Crystal orbs glistened as they jiggled in the soft breeze. Soon another world would be here, no longer white, winter no more....spring.

I soak up all the sun I can get...a busy day awaits.

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