winter
The first touch of frost covers the ground. It's winter. Waking up in the dark. Driving to work under the volcanic sun. Our sunrise, always colourful, is tinted blood-red from the volcanic gasses. Destruction brings a special kind of beauty.
The first frost is always the most dangerous. It is not the worst, nor the most slippery. It is unexpected. Believing we still operate by the usual parameters, and finding we don't... there lies the danger. It takes time to adapt. To realise and accept the limitations of changed circumstances. And it can be so tempting to disregard the safe choice and hope for the best...
The first frost is always the most dangerous. It is not the worst, nor the most slippery. It is unexpected. Believing we still operate by the usual parameters, and finding we don't... there lies the danger. It takes time to adapt. To realise and accept the limitations of changed circumstances. And it can be so tempting to disregard the safe choice and hope for the best...