...The snow was sinking down over me. Now the whole horizon had crept below the edge of the world. The fringe of forest couldnt be seen any longer; it had slid over. The world had capsized, it was turning over quietly, a little bit every day."
Tove Jansson, from 'Snow' in 'A Winter Book'.
Thanks for comments, much appreciated. A bitterly cold morning with glorious dawn colours when I took this picture. My flask of home-brewed espresso was pretty good too...
I see this and read the description and wonder where you are coming from and going to. It seems like wherever it is it is interesting, like you are in another world.