Sometimes you are lucky enough to come upon the prettiest of scenes quite by chance.
Imagine, if you will, that it is icy cold even though the sun is shining and the sky is blue.
It is the end of a short December day and the sun is low on the horizon. Light plays in amongst the tall russet grass, illuminating the silky white floss.
The wind stirs and the grass sways and bends. If you close your eyes for a moment, the churning grass sounds almost like summer rain.