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In Winter one becomes more aware of levels, height above sea level, contours and isobars, temperature differentials and of things variable, that change ones view of the world.

Yesterday from the frosty world of the valley bottom we walked up through layers.

Through the chill mists that form in the valley like a rising sea level.

We climbed to where the sun skims the top of the hill to fill the opposite side of the valley with colour,

and makes silhouettes of the sheep on the horizon.  Then we looked back over the hill tops, bathed in winter sunlight.