Gentle snow-covered hillsides in evening light, criss-crossed by the tracks of keen local walkers so familiar with the routes even in deep snow. What I've always been awed by, is the way white snow reflects all the magical colours of an ever-changing sky. It's as if there's no such thing as white snow, only white light. It's the only time the earth ever really truly blends with the element above.
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