Frozen patterns. 

Trying to work the air. 

Even as winter tightens her grip, the scouts of spring gather in the forest floor. 

A dew drop washing the survivors of autumn. 

As the sun fell, the mist rose. 

The human breath caught in the cold of the air. 

Slowly the ice cap moved forwards and backwards. 

Like a fossilised creature, the ice held the fallen. 

Patchwork of summer laced by winter. 

The fragile balance of nature. 

With the ice breaking, the sun replacing snow, the locals took to the water again. 

Regeneration over looking the fading of the working water. 

Ice at the edge of the canal basin 

As the snow fell, the piano had a retuning session. 

Slowly the snow slipped away.