I can see the light from a house that sits all the way across a field;
from where I'm laying in bed.
Daylight is breaking,
but I bet today is going to be grey.
I have a perfect picture frame of the field, the house in the distance now with a light on inside, from someone waking up.
A row of leafless trees in the background.
Like a Bob Ross painting really.
It's February but it's going to be warm today.
How nice.