The alarm fades, and I rise slowly, the chill of winter lingering in the air. Pulling back the curtains, the world outside greets me with a quiet brilliance. Frost clings to every branch, turning the trees into delicate sculptures of silver and white.

The rooftops shimmer under a pale sun, its light stretching gently across the horizon, promising warmth yet holding the crisp bite of morning. Breath curls like smoke in the stillness, and the garden sparkles as though dusted with diamonds. There’s a hush, a calm that feels almost sacred, broken only by the distant call of a bird braving the cold. In that moment, the day feels new, pure, and full of possibility.

I linger at the window, savouring the beauty of winter’s touch, before stepping forward into the promise of this bright, frosty dawn.

Co-Pilot 5th December 2025

Funny old world. It must have been a frosty morning 9 years ago when I captured these two images. I can say with as much certainty as my addled brain can muster, I wasn’t thinking about how an A.I. program would describe the day. But here we are nine years later. A quick prompt to co-pilot and bang 150 words of AI fantasy. Is it slop? No. Is it me? Defiantly not.

Possibly the funniest thing about this is that the WordPress AI is having hissy fits over the text.

Welcome to a frosty Friday morning.