Bright with promise.
One hopes that behind the hoar-frost inducing cloud there lies a clear, bright, blue sky.
One opens the window just a crack to listen for a cheerful chickadee and to test the outside temperature.
The evergreens are heavy with yesterday's snow, drooping under the weight of yet another sudden round of flurries.
And inside, all is quiet.
Beyond the humming of refrigerator fans, nothing stirs.
Children still nestled all snug in their beds. Solitary coffee being sipped beside the flickering gas fire.
A new day.
A clean slate.
Magical, peaceful moments.