It snowed the whole day yesterday. We made a snowman, and had trouble driving up the slippery hills. This morning, the sky is pale blue, there's a rosy pink-orange hue from the sunrise. All the branches of the trees are covered with snow.
This is the beauty of December and January. It is amazing how the light has changed since Saturday. The morning isn't dark and gloomy anymore, but soft, bluish and pleasant.
I listen to Vivaldi when it's like this. The open, clear structures mirror the branches of the trees drawn crisply with charcoal on white. The gentle beauty of the music matches the subtle pastels of the sky.
Corelli, Heinichen or Händel work equally well, of course.