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It shines through skeletal leaves. Tinged pink and orange, they glow like Christmas lights. An early morning light show penetrates the frost.
Damp with dew in the early morning sun. As it warms, steam begins to rise. A cold fire burning as the day dawns clear.
The weakening light struggles to pierce the early morning clouds. A watercolour wash of pinks and oranges faintly tints them from underneath. The sun floats to the surface, serene and pale.
At first, they look like flies, chasing each other around in the early morning sun. Then I realise they’re falling, not flying. Tiny snowflakes, lost in a place where they cannot settle, melting away as fast as they appear.
Opening the curtains reveals pale blue sky, a watercolour wash fading to pale pink as it hits the horizon. The far off hills look as delicate as a papercut, the trees as thin as rice paper.