… hyperurbanized Tokyo, UD wakes up, just now, to the silent hills above Brattleboro.
The hills are cold blue waves under the hot pinks and oranges of the sunrise, and UD stands at her bedroom window, her feet cold on the wide plank floor, taking in the scene.
Regular readers know UD dislikes the cold; and she certainly dislikes the iciness still underfoot here after the blizzard. But who could dislike the silence of hills in snow?
They’re whitening now, under slate clouds fringed with white.
A good place to see in the year.