On a bitter cold Christmas morning.
Everything is so quiet early in the morning.
With only me and my Dog.
White Frost on the Crystal Clear Grass.
With dull Blue Skies.
But the dull is so beautiful.
Beautifully fresh.
Being wrapped up, with warm Cloths.
The Cold air fresh on my Face.
Clearing my Chest.
Everything looks so beautiful.
Vapour coming out of my mouth.
Grease flying, making lots of noise.
Ducks quacking away.
Everything is so peaceful.
R