There are people down the valley today. Farmers in their four wheel drives making light work of heavy frosts. Checking on the pregnant ewes with their tiny parcels of Spring promise.
The man fixing his bright orange machine marooned in the white for the past week. Cnicht looming behind ready to pounce.
And then there are the small flurries of snow falling, promising us more frozen moments. My cat dances on the plastic roof chasing snowflakes. his coat whiter than the field below.
The machine is moving now.
The cat is on the stairs now
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