A moment away in the mountains - devoid of vibrancy, draped in white. Sometimes I forget how beautiful a monochrome world is when I am wishing for the colourfull-ness of spring to arrive.

Here is to the darkness of the trunks, dormant branches biding their time. To the chill of a million snowflakes who have settled on sleeping moss - tucked cozily away ‘till spring.

Here is to the ice, the still blue of its heart. To Water’s soul held frozen within.

Here is to a monochrome world - breathless in waiting.