I'm in the country where it is green and lush. Cold and wet, too. Soggy under my feet. Bright open spaces, distances. Trees and clouds, forest thick. The birds are twittering, from the high branches. The breeze is blowing, cold, around my ears. The sky is gray, thick, monotone. Jumpers, jackets, coats, are the order of the day. Maybe, gloves and scarves, if I was a little more gay.