Now Winter comes Slowly, Pale, Meager and Old
First trembling with Age, and then quiv'ring with Cold;
Benumb'd with hard Frosts, and with Snow cover'd o'er,
Prays the Sun to Restore him, and Sings as before.
Lyrics by Sting - Photo by Me.
Sometimes there is a perfect magic that connects your eye to your camera to the world and this is one of those times. I love it when that happens.
Not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious