Winter transforms our familiar landscape into a dreamlike domain. We, as explorers, enter this land as the days grow short and encounter fantasies of soft, flowing shapes; jewelled reveries set in ice; and ethereal mists that hide the world as if in a trance. It is a special time filled with wonder and surprise. Frozen dreams made real for our enjoyment.
Each year, I long for winter. The air is never more transparent, the chaos that plagues the landscape is muted, and marvels are everywhere to be found. I explore, and every day it is as if the land has been remade each night, with new miracles created for me to discover where I trod just the day before. A new dream with every returning visit.
But too much wonder would dilute its impact, and thus we explorers, awestruck from our experience, find ourselves leaving this magical land as days lengthen and warmth returns, knowing that we will return to savour the enchantment anew when the sun once again retreats for its winter rest.