The rising sun stains a band of clouds pink, a horizontal smear on the edge of last night's receding dark mantle.
Fluffy, almost stupid snowflakes float up and down and all over town in no apparent direction.
Winter is endless, without top or bottom, without stopping or starting or slowing.

A tribe of starlings in the grand bare tree.
Snow falling like dust particles after an explosion.
The smear of something fast & brown as old leaves, a hawk?
A gorgeous, forlorn teal parrot, bored shaggy male canaries, chipper finches, warm water fishes, three miniature striped turtles taking in their artificial sun.
Later, the milky full moon in Leo crowns the cold winter night.