Soft and sudden snow flakes drift dreamily down dark dizzy circles to land lightly on my lapel.
Creaking and cracking the crushed ice eases into empty trembling tracks.
Fox feet fell here half an hour hence.
The wild wind whispers, lightly leaving little crystals on my chest.
I clasp the camera cord and all concentration, click the shutter.
Frozen now forever the cottage sits awaiting summer.
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