Actually, from where I stood at the kitchen window.
Although the days are getting longer the cold weather makes the usable part of the day shorter; a window in the middle before the sun starts to fall and the temperature plummets again. Luckily, it's nice to be warm indoors looking out. Where I'm sitting now I've been watching the deer, apparently grazing quietly in the last of the sun, suddenly start pushing each other about, then bound away. This sort of weather always makes me think of medieval images; some atavistic notion, no doubt. Here's January from Les très riches heures du Duc de Berry.