Sun on my face.
Crisp, fresh air.
Huge, cawing crow perched high on a leafless branch.
Soaring crow lost in the bright sunshine.
Frost on the grass catching the light.
Shades of beige and brown.
Deserted golf course.
By many standards I do not live in a particularly beautiful town.
Amazing, though, what there is to see when I
remember to look.
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