a window of winter light

The thing with wintery fog at sunrise is you could lose yourself in it for hours before the day has even started. Even though the mist reduces so much of what's there to a blurrified haze of cottonwoolcolour, it's still as if nature has washed all it's windows for you to see properly in. I quite like that.

And those pylons, is it me or do they look like they're harnessing power from the sun itself?