A Mosaic for Monday

Can there be a more beautiful time of the year?  Every morning has a crisp, clean edge and the evenings are edging each day with more seconds of light that gives everything a palpable tinge of something hidden and waiting, unfurling from a quiet hibernation.

Can there be anything more beautiful than waking up to the altered reflections of light levels in your upper rooms that can mean only one thing - that snow has fallen silently in the night with a muffled hushness.

1. red grouse-2, 2. Early Morning Light, Lochan Hakel, 3. fly past, 4. Clouds gather below Volovec, 5. cancellation hole, 6. sparkle wonderland, 7. Cyan and red, 8. finally, 9. Untitled
All of these, from my flickr favourites, convey a tiny corner of this state of winterdness.  In the meantime, I shall keep making up words that end in the suffix 'ness' and perplex English teachers everywhere with my irreverent attitude.