it just is

another overnight snow flurry ...
then -7 degrees of frost crystalizing the flakes in the remaining leaves of the copper beech hedge ......
I love the winter and it's firm sharp, crystal clear, cold days.
They remind me of another time and place in Northern Canada.

"... until there came out of it the marvel,
half of what remains eternal
while an expectation seeks it,
an ear hears it, a voice weaves it
in the web of mysterious worlds."

Sorley MacLean