An English winter

Today I went out. It was cold, it was sunny, there was ice on the ground, enough for me to nearly trip over it, but there was no snow. Rain fell in the morning and later on in the afternoon. I am getting used to it, or trying to. It is not always easy, especially when one feels homesick, but I try to appreciate the kind of winter that I am having and that I will most likely have. Sure, there was no snow, but at least the light was beautiful today. I never saw lights like in English winters, they take dark orange shades when evening comes. So this is something to appreciate.