The other day I came across a poem called “Winter-Time” by Robert Louis Stevenson. I’ll leave you with the first and last stanza and a bunch of images from the last couple of months, and I think you will understand why I thought these words describe so perfectly well the world I have been living in lately.

~Warm wishes from Jenny G.

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

(…)

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Robert Louis Stevenson