A white world, untouched and bright paints itself with little snow flakes.
It feels warmer on these days.
New days are about once again. And I am reminded of the mountains.
Bright white lines form on tops of dark branches.
So subtle but not, as the sky now matches with both the ground and the trees.
I'd rather be in two places at a time like this ... 1. Walking through the streets in some big city full of art museums, universities, cathedrals, science exhibits, aquariums and the like. or 2. Tramping through the mountains doing anything at all.