Waking up to white.
Wistful, mysterious, soothing, romantic, old fashioned and cold all describe the wonder of snowflakes settling down for a while.
The forest is groaning with the combined weight of frozen raindrops. Don't they look invitingly tasty despite being frozen poison berries?
The fields are covered and untouched by tractor or tracks.
A climbing snow man perhaps? The ladder man covered in snowflakes and putting a different accent of the lovely vineyards of Deutsch Schützen.
A vision of romance. Snow is cold yet it is an excuse to light the fireplace, snuggle up on the couch and dive into the realms of a good book.
My walk through the local forest has just become more wonderful. A breath of fresh wintry air...
Biggi
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