There's a pale blue sky. A bright morning sun is partially hidden by a curtain panel.
At the edge of my yard tall grasses have finally met Winter. They stand tall and dried in the glow.
The forest beyond, has leaf-less trees silhouetted in black. Only a few magnolias with dark green leaves reflect the sunlight in tiny sparkles of light.
It looks like Winter when life slows down, and appears dead. It is cold, and yet it is beauty.