Yesterday dawned pink, yes definately pink. A pale soft powdery looking pink all around. The sky was like the inside of a faded powder puff from years gone by. Soft and gentle as the cheek of a child. Oh yes, one of those mornings that made you have all sorts of sappy thoughts and creative comparisons.
The sheep in the next farm were lined up along the ridge being sheepish. Well what else can you be when you are 3 foot tall, woolly and walk on four legs, you are pretty much a sheep, or possibly a relative to said sheep. Maybe you are a small llama?
When I ran past them they all turned to look. Well this is a pretty quiet area, not much to do, no salelite tv in the fields, iphones difficult to master if you have cloven hooves……..
They stand there watching not in a fleeting way, but in a definately thoughtful way. All eyes are on me. What a star I am to my sheepy audience as I jog and jiggle past, slipping and sliding on the icy road, and trying to stuff my earphones in without strangling myself on the wires.
I'm not up to the full 4 mile run yet, so my joggityrun takes me to a mile off crossroads, a rurn around and head home. Quite enough when your fingers have by this time frozen solid inside your gloves and your nose doesn't feel like it belongs to you anymore (who owns it now? Who'd want it! I want it, I want it back it's mine and I need it!).
Yes it's bloody cold.
In the time it took me to run past the field and get to my turning point and come back, the sun had risen a bit more in the sky. There was a golden glow instead of pink. The sun shone on the sheep. No longer soft fluffy blobs fading into a powdery pink background.
They had been touched by the sun and coloured in gold. Midas himself could not have wished for more.
I saw what Sinbad sailed the oceans to find……
The golden fleece.
ps there are no photo shop tricks here, it really did look like this, magical.