The snow has stopped...
The snow has stopped and the world looks like a painting. White wispy strokes swirling on a gloomy sky... which appears almost transparent...with a silvery sheen, such as I have never seen, so beautiful in its own unique way, so hypnotic, so passionate, so intense... for the winds left over from the storm have not subsided yet and they push things around as they play shaking the ice covered trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide. I like this subdued, whimsical... Sign in to see full entry.