Like sheep in fog

People have been asking about the weather. Yesterday I woke up and made my morning coffee, went outside and saw "The hills step off into whiteness" -

(mind the cable)

People were like little sheep. The trees were left standing, silent like silhouettes.

(of course, after 2 hours the sun emerged, victorious. Whatever happens at the start and end of the day, the solid part of the day is always warm and bright. I'm still waiting for a sense of "season"; not convinced it changes much up here, though they tell me there's a "wet" and a "dry".)