This is the view from my room this morning after a night of relentless and glorious snowfall.
And very different from the sight that greeted me back in September
Yet it's the same view.
It made me think about my characters - about how two people can look at the same situation and interpret it in completely opposing ways. Because what we see and what we feel is related to our own unique experience of life.
Today I shall be out crunching through the virgin whiteness (if all the sledges haven't got there first) - and imagining when my heroine might find herself out in the silent stillness of a winter's day.....
Do you love the white stuff, too? I'm aware that some readers live in places where it never falls (Naples!) - so what is the delightful equivalent of snow where you live?