January

The long shadows of the trees and the sheep in the barn field, stark contrasts to the frozen ground. 

A glistening pocket of woodland snow, hidden from the bright rays of the sun. 

Carpets of mossy greens, slowly creeping from the forest floor up up the tall trees. 

Stained glass light in the winter trees, setting golden with the fall of the sun. 

Copper framed view of cosy cottages huddled at the end of a wind blown pasture.

And the gentle company of a loyal companion, who too is happy to stand and stare and explore the paths less trodden.