symbol season

Given the green light to go ahead and merge into the world the head in the clouds approach was discarded and the turning of the cheek made the immersion complete.


Similarly shaped but unique in their own way the individuals when gathered can suspend even the snow in mid flight.


In the failing light and deep cold the white snow turns the world to a shade of blue. Life reaching out as a tree encounters the spark of a star that is the seed of aspiration.


It's the only colour I see, or rather the first I see on my way out the door and as the cold continues they seem to be more red and more plastic all the time.