A virgin bride or a silver-haired crone
Who rules the stillness of the white majesty
Perhaps both
The elegance of lace and ice that envelopes nature brings such quietness, such pause to a restless soul
Majestic awe of land covered in white purity
Like a fresh breath of spirit rooted in landscape
Orange and pink sunrises and sunsets bring immense uplifting to all senses
Only in winter nature one feels reborn from the depth of darkness emerging brand new and wise in knowing true appreciation of life and death