It was there this morning.
As I walked the dog, some time around half past six, I could just make out the merest hint of a smudge of the dawn on the horizon. There was a biting and bitterly cold wind from the north, Venus hung in the sky as a dazzling bright point of light, and if I listened carefully I could hear one or two early rising birds starting to sing the dawn chorus. There may yet be a blast of winter to come, but Spring is certainly on the way, and about time too.
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