In the still silence of winter at its best.
A frost welcomed the morning, after an evening of dense fog.
Each little branch, blade of poking grass, leaf, and berry covered in a coating of white.
Not a sound to be heard, but the crunching snow beneath my feet.
Then, at random, my mind drifts into thinking "don't the branches look like pipe cleaners?"
How I love the wonders of winter and those quiet moments of listening to the mind as it explores.
Such a beautiful blue sky and white snow. Gorgeous photos.
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