Cold Town and Country Stories
It’s been unbelievably cold lately; it’s been unbelievably beautiful as well…
One evening it warmed up (our thermometer outside showed -4C) and it got very foggy, yet just before the night arrived the temperature dropped to -15C, so the new morning was full of surprises.
“Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes.” - Charles Dickens
The trees had grown little white crystals and it’s a real pity I didn’t have time to explore them… I had to rush into town.
I took my camera with me, but it seemed as if I had traveled hundreds of kilometers – I was back in the ordinary winter…
Maybe mother Nature prefers empty meadows to buildings?
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” - Lewis Carrol