Bleak Midwinter

The land was barren, the sky was black, despite that a brilliant silvery film shone through the thick silent darkness and over the glistening wasteland of pristine white. Sub-zero winds echoed desolation but managed to moan between iron thick frost. The ice-kissed world served as a moral reminder of death, it had kissed our now frostbitten lips and fingers yet, as dawn drew closer blinding through the silver lustre; the sky and earth seemed to merge and melt together. The horizon was boundless and seemed to have no end...

This new beginning served as an epitome of life and lush fertility..

Hope was once and for all - ignited.