The icy tundras around Eisenberg.
The frosted fate crystallized by an early morning freeze about to be revoked by the warmth of a budding sun.
Their velvety texture reminds me of old fashioned ostrich feather dusters.
Halfway in my walk I had the outskirts of Deutsch Schützen in my sights. I adore these old fashioned barns.
As soon as the sun had wrangled its prominence fields regressed back to a healthy green and the frozen tendrils settled into being swayed dry by a gentle breeze.
Oh yes, it was bitterly cold although a dry and oddly refreshing cold...
My constant companions it seems...
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