Even though it was late Spring, she could feel a cold breeze touching her face. A shiver run through her body. Brrrr. Without thinking twice, she reached for her sheepskin and covered herself with it. The Sun was shinning and the warmth of its rays were welcomed by her body. She buried her face on the wool and felt a deep sense of well-being. The gentle smell of smoke always made her happy. A Buzzard cried in the distance and she lifted her gaze up to the Sky. It was a beautiful day, and all she could do was dreaming about the soon to be Summer days, filled with berry picking and swimming in the cold river.