The sun had just gone in, and the fluffy white clouds were starting to swallow up the blue sky ahead. The water rippled as the swans paddled just out of my view, five of them - three of them only bundles of feathers. I was sure to pour over the pretty reflection in the river, the perculiar shapes gracefully danced and swirled around eachother only to be disrupted by the ripple of a fish to cause new patterns. No, it wasnt that facinating to be honest. Boring even. But it wasnt raining; the sun still peered over the clouds to follow my gaze where ever it went; the geese seemed quite content with ther weather, and the water weel was turning slowely and steadily beside me. It wasnt a perfect sight at all - it was still a British summer but hey thats a summer all the same right? I tried to imagine what the picture would look like in the winter. The river would have been frozen over, the patters clear and extra sharp. A white blanket of snow would cover the trees with only the odd fleck of green poking out from beneath it's thick frozen cover. The sky would be seem clean and crisp, much like the air would. I could almost imagine the woosh of cool air as it would hit my lungs when i sucked in a breath. I decided I quite liked this spot actually.