Winter, again? It’s been a long time since I felt the chilling breeze upon my skin. I step outside, taking a deep breath and letting the air crystalize around my face. It’s beautiful. And it’s likely the last time I’ll ever feel it.
Another season, and by far my least favourite. While autumn conjures up roaring fires and crunchy colourful leaves, winter just makes me picture bleak landscapes and despair of feeling warmth outside again. Why so bleak I wonder? Surely there is so much beauty behind the scenes?
Sam
Moody blues, hues and brews – no shrewd. My boys and I love the snow, the cold, it all tends to be more cozy this time of year. Just ignore the ticking clock.
The pillars of ice split the sky. Titanic superstructures of flash-frozen water into complex crystalline masterpieces intertwined with mechanical supports. Wires dangle thousands of feet above the ground, swaying gently in the freezing breeze. The structures hum gently, all cores engaged. A paradise of machine and ice.
Winter had arrived, but it was a different kind of weather. The change in climate due to global warming had made the winters more like summers in some locations, and colder than ever before. As he walked to the front door, he wasn’t sure whether he would open the door to a meter of snow or to a dry, desolate landscape.
Winter, again? It’s been a long time since I felt the chilling breeze upon my skin. I step outside, taking a deep breath and letting the air crystalize around my face. It’s beautiful. And it’s likely the last time I’ll ever feel it.
Another season, and by far my least favourite. While autumn conjures up roaring fires and crunchy colourful leaves, winter just makes me picture bleak landscapes and despair of feeling warmth outside again. Why so bleak I wonder? Surely there is so much beauty behind the scenes?
Moody blues, hues and brews – no shrewd. My boys and I love the snow, the cold, it all tends to be more cozy this time of year. Just ignore the ticking clock.
The world is soft, dusted with white silence, earth sighs, time to gather breath
This season is cold. This season is rough. This season is dark. But it’s beautiful.
The pillars of ice split the sky. Titanic superstructures of flash-frozen water into complex crystalline masterpieces intertwined with mechanical supports. Wires dangle thousands of feet above the ground, swaying gently in the freezing breeze. The structures hum gently, all cores engaged. A paradise of machine and ice.
Winter had arrived, but it was a different kind of weather. The change in climate due to global warming had made the winters more like summers in some locations, and colder than ever before. As he walked to the front door, he wasn’t sure whether he would open the door to a meter of snow or to a dry, desolate landscape.