Warm-ups allow the streams to open, snow to melt, and prepare the Winter canvas for a new scene. Then a chill comes again, building up new ice images. With a few faint traces of snow dusting the rocks, the greens of mosses add a touch of color to the shadows. Wet, icy, frozen, layered--the Ice Terraces are being rebuilt by the invisible hand of air and temperature. In a carapace of ice nearby, the music of water reverberates within; sounding through crevices, reemerging and splashing over polished rocks, downwards carrying it's tune.
The ravine is a staircase of wonders, steeply laid against the mountain; the world of ice revealing once again it's jeweled structures-- from crystal growths to frozen waves, slowly forming walls and berms.
Winter in such a place is still alive with a language pure as music, and universal in shape and form.
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