Winter happens silent, soft and slow. It is the time of year when cold water descends and dances in the wind. Formless and silent, it is filled with potential yet, hard for the mind to grasp the dormant landscape of the season. Personally, I love the dormant landscape that shapes the growth underneath. I embrace the pure bliss on white — the first heavy snow that holds me white and unconnected to the world; a floating dream of kisses and snowflakes. My senses come alive and a