Sun Kissed

Above the clouds, I stand.

The sun carries a little warmth as it hits my face, a talltale sign of spring.

I squint into the distant, recognising my local church towers peeking through the morning's golden fog. Silhouettes of winters naked trees, line the hills, separating rays of light. Hordes of Crows flutter beneath me at the edges of the fields.

It’s still and lovely.