A white day of frost
It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind. "A tribute to souls" Robert S. Hichens
The poetry of the earth is never dead. John Keats
Nature is a book, a letter, a fairytale...
Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
There are days when the simple act of seeing appears to be true happiness. Robert Doisneau
Winter; a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.