Winter scenes like this one always remind me of my childhood pen and ink sketches.
They come like waves of ribbons across the sky. Rows of wings. Shape-shifting in flight. Forming first circles then lines then arches. A mesmerizing choreography only they can do. Instinctive. Fleeting. Inspiring.
Sunrise at 25 Degrees
Frigid morning temps are easier to take when you awake to this view.