The gleaming hope of the sun pierces through the broken clouds, it illuminates the roads, the rivers and the sky. From the outset it looks peaceful, warm and welcoming, just like any other summers day. As I sit and listen to the wind, it tells tales of what is to come and feel its chill gripping me like the cold fingers of the reaper, the realisation that winter is not yet finished dawns upon me.

Believe half of what you see, but less of what you hear.