成人快手

But maybe the next best thing. :-)
This morning, long before the sun came up, there I was, outside, standing on the wee path in front of the house, hardly looking at the view in the dark, but still, looking.
We had a thick frost last night. And this morning it glittered in starlight and was just the most magical looking scene I have seen (:-P) for a while now.
And then the sun began to glow just under the horizon. It painted the whole East of the island in gold, ruddy and warm looking even if my teeth chattered and I shivered with the cold...*note to self..wear a coat next time...*
So that one half of the morning sky was gold and rose and softly lit...and the other half was still inky black with a scant few bright and hard glittering stars.
And under that the island lay, shining under a blanket of frost.
And as the light grew fat and rolleld over the fields, I watched the pond at the side of my track sharpen in the dawn and there was ice on some of it, around the edges, and I could see the ice, still and not moving, and the water from the underground stream that feeds it at one end, and the backwash from the sea at the bottom of it, run into the mirrored surface of it and hit the ice and make ripples, soft and shimmering.
On that pond lives a swan. Just the one this year, which is maybe worrying a little...
and he`s young, still, because he is grey feathered yet.
But like all swans he glides across the water like a dancer, smooth and graceful and gentle seeming.

And now the sun is fully risen, but awful low on the horizon, because it`s winter, and she rides close to the ground but keeps her warmth to herself. And only a few heavy winter clouds are coming in from the West to meet her.
And the land is still gold, and bright under the light, and the frost still glitters like a million diamonds, and the swan still graces the pond which is slowly, steadily thawing under the winter sun.

It`s a bonny, beautiful morning this day.