The end of an era and who knows what lies around the next corner. A blank page as white as the snow that persists in its coldness. One door closes and another opens.
The Covid pandemic eases and war breaks out on the eastern front. I choose to pass my days in blinkered oblivion, seeking out sweetness and the first flowerings.
The start of a year of change and transformation, among new explorations and uncertainty, while nature hesitantly crosses the watershed between one year and the next.