This morning I went out of agglomeration and I passed in the forest, between trees.

And there, suddenly, a whiteout fell: it has slightly snowed this night, and the white frost passed afterwards. Trees, grass were congealed in the ice. The sky was light grey, so this whiteness frozen was only broken by the trunks of trees and a big bird in the field.

I wanted to take a photo, but my apparatus was unloaded. I still regret it. I took all what I could with my eyes. Looked everywhere, in the nitty-gritty details, tried to pick crystals up. I do not like the winter, but some days, I have an impression that a fairy passed thereabouts and I marvel as a child.

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