World of White

Winter. All signs indicated it was receding, giving way to spring. Days were getting significantly warmer, only the distant peaks were carpeted with snow, and the occasional sand fly came out of hiding to bite the unsuspecting passerby. With nary a hint of rain for over a week, I recurrently walked the dry gravel path back to my room.

Waking up I could sense an uncharacteristic calm had enclosed the world around me. Dubiously parting the curtains, I was once again shocked by the scenery before me.

The clouds had unleashed a sudden blizzard on the entire country. Far more snow than the previous falls combined, had been dumped on us overnight.

Standing in the forest, all sounds are muffled; overhead, snow-clad branches mist frost, wetting my lens.

The snow still falls.

The ground gets deeper by the hour.

Sunset from my bed

Overnight

Serene Forest

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