Sunshine sparkles through condensation on my window as I pull the blind to reveal the morning outside. The condensation trickles and drips in rivulets. Frost layers the grass in the golf course beyond my back fence and I feel the urgent need to be outdoors seeing it, experiencing, breathing in the crisp cold air. Naked blue sky heralds the day. Yet to bound into walking clothes with eagerness is a choice. Sunrise has passed silently while I snuggled in my cosy comfort. It is similar comfort that draws me to sit with hot coffee basking my hands. Every window yields a different facet of the view as I pull each blind amazed by the shape of bubbles of condensation on each window. I choose a lounge where I can see clearly out to the frosted grass and trees beyond. The light is mesmerizing. The colours of green. How regal the trees appear. I absorb the stillness from the outdoors into my body. Minutes stop. I listen. Trees stand still as magpies call and slither between the leaves to become invisible, fully enveloped between the branches. Quietness. Peacefulness. What a perfect morning. My coffee cools quickly, suddenly vanished. Now I’m ready to check my garden before the frost has melted. The golf course is shining white. Where is the pair of plovers who squawked yesterday afternoon? Were they warm last night? I walk on ice.
