Winter

Had to dig into the archive for a picture of winter this February 3rd.

How like a winter hath my absence been,
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year,
What freezings have I felt, What dark days seen!


....And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, 
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 
--William Shakespeare Sonnet 97