Winter woods, or a corner of heaven
Yesterday was a sublimely beautiful day. At last we are having a spell of proper winter weather, with nightly powderings of snow and freezing blue-sky days. Every morning is a thing of wonder at present, but yesterday was exceptional. By midday, the sun had warmed the air just enough to make the snowy fields steam gently, so that a layer of pearlescent mist lay over the landscape, bathing the tree roots and turning the sunshine into a hazy golden radiance.
Turning off an indigo-shaded path into the sun in my favourite woods, late in the morning, I found myself welcomed into transcendent light. I hope that heaven has a corner like this.