Bilbo woke with the morning sun in his eyes. As did I. So much better than the grey mist, sweeping rain and dull cloudy days that seem to be the rule of thumb nowadays. Today the trees on the edge were bathed in golden light as if they were about to burst into flames. Today the sunlight played hide and seek among the trees like a spotlight scanning the landscape, then being switched on and off as if for fun.
Today a single lapwing flapped across the rough pasture with the promise of spring nestling in its dark wings like a golden orb.
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