

It is only 4 o‘clock; but it is winter and the sun has already set: there are no clouds in the clear, frosty sky, to reflect it slant beams, but the air itself is tinged with a slight roseate color which is again reflected on the snow that covers the ground. I live in a lone cottage on a solitary, wide heath: no voice of life, reaches me.
There‘s much that annoyed me but I can‘t deny the writing is exquisite. #funsizefiction