All around me are bare trees and, as far as I can see, blue ice and snow sparkling.
With each step, I sink halfway to my knees. The wind from the lake bites my earlobes and makes my nose run.
But, beneath my feet and that thick layer of white, beyond what I could see, are the bulbs of bluebells and crocuses, already growing.
Photo Credit: Hanspeter Klasser
Reflections From My True Self 