The day dawns crisp and cold. A slim blanket of snow covers the ground, and the sun shines gently through a wrap of misty fog.
I blink awake at the sudden brightness, then snuggle deeper in my blanket and stare out at a glimmering winter world. Little spring buds drip beneath their cold dusting.
Roo reclines on my bed, washing her silken fur. She looks up at me in alarm, startled by my camera's shutter. Perfect timing, cat.
A waft of deliciousness arises from the kitchen below; crepes frying on a pan.
The snow slowly melts as the clock ticks, and soon the first of March is no longer sheathed in white.
Resplendent morning. How I love you.