This is more like it. After what seems an eternity of dankness, over cast skies filled with threatening clouds who've frequently carried out their threats, the sky today is clear. A clear blue sky and air so clean and fresh, it's a joy to breath in. And it looks like Jacks been about, the leaf litter and the blades of taller grasses all bejewelled with his icy sprinklings. This is what you want from winter, crisp air, clear skies and a crispness under foot. Long may it continue.
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