Every Day A New Day

When I open the door this morning, what will I find?

Will it still be snowy?  Will green grass and brown earth be visible again?  Perhaps the intricate patterns of frost?

Will the ground be solid as the rocks beneath the moor?  Or will we be slithering on slush?  Sliding on ice?  Squelching through mud?

Will the sun be bright?  Will there be blue sky?  Or will the clouds have drifted so low we’ll move like ghosts through the fog?

Will it rain on us?  Will the wind hurl hailstones into our faces?

Will the air be snap-crisp and still?  And so keenly clear we can see the distant hills in sharpest focus?  Or will the damp and the mist blur the view and suck the freshness from the atmosphere?

Will the cold bite and sting and make camera-wielding fingers numb?  Or will the temperature have climbed to create a softer air?

Will the light be dancing with the heather and making the puddles gleam?  Will colours sing and contrasts be strong?  Or will the whole world be a monochrome shade of grey or grey or grey?

Comments

[jeand]

Very evocative pictures of what may greet you when you. open your door. Wish, for your sake, that it could always as beautiful as your photograph.