January dawn light, through frost-covered windows, shines onto my bedroom curtains,
and makes me remember this light on a dusky winter walk a few days before, in upstate New York:
When the sun unexpectedly shone for a bright moment on a snowy day in upstate New York, I ran to this window:
That same sun beam was lighting up this corner of the library. (What do you read on a day like this? That bookcase contains nothing but murder mysteries — I recommend something English, written before 1950.)
Back to that icy sparkling window: in the upper left hand corner is a peek at the backyard:
This is what the backyard looks like:
In the front yard, there is a gazebo where you can sit and look at loons and beavers on the pond.
And when it snows the very next day, this is what the snow around the gazebo looks like at night: