What a blessing

One bright frosty morning, when the world was still half-awake, I pulled open the curtain. Unexpected strong sunshine flooded the room and dazzled my eyes. I squinted. No clouds. A milky blue sky. Leaves glittering under the cold morning sunlight. Birds! you were the ones shaking the branches, hopping one branch to another, each move flickering the glitter. Birds singing. Then, hush...
What a peace. What a mercy. What a blessing.