But it's also very chilly.
As winter warms up, figuratively speaking, she presents us with her frigid patterns. Perhaps her cool way of saying,
"Sorry.I know it's cold...but look what I made for you!"
In this case, the sun paints a golden wash on
the ice that I will need to scrape away.
Indeed. This is commonplace here in Canada. I get up. Start the coffee.
Grab my coat and boots, go out and start the car...and on some mornings, start scraping the ice off the windshield and the windows. Winter paints a dangerous picture that must be removed before the daily drive begins.
The view revealed. Hmm. The Mums are truly toast now. Or frosted.
And on the beach, the very first Snowbuntings of the season arrive.
A cheerful note that takes away the chill.