a crisp cold morning

This mornings walk with Toby was the coldest of the year so far. The sun had been up for more than an hour, yet the grass in the park was very thick crisp icy white. The air was lovely and fresh, I found it particularly relaxing as I took in the sights and the fresh smells of the woods.
It could have been a Labour Party convention, as I bumped into a Labour councilor and two party members walking their dogs also on this freshest of mornings.