A frozen lake stretches wide under a pale teal winter sky, the moon barely a ghost above the treeline. Dark conifers crowd the far shore, broken by flashes of rust and amber — the last colour before everything goes white. The snow below holds a quiet blue shadow, as if the cold has its own light. Still, remote, and completely unhurried.
A frozen lake stretches wide under a pale teal winter sky, the moon barely a ghost above the treeline. Dark conifers crowd the far shore, broken by flashes of rust and amber — the last colour before everything goes white. The snow below holds a quiet blue shadow, as if the cold has its own light. Still, remote, and completely unhurried.