The sun was just beginning to rise over the hill, all was quiet upstairs but outside deer, fox and pheasant were stirring. The light began to shimmer across the valley. Flowers in the garden were waiting for the sun to melt the heavy burden of frost across their shoulders. Tiny particles of ice created patterns in nature that would vanish with the coming spring. A perfect day to spell the march of time, pull the blankets up tight and enjoy a lovely breakfast in bed.