"He observes the snow-covered hillside and crystal clear skies – a beautiful paradox. Trees and grass sleep beneath the blankets of white, peacefully preparing for their brilliant appearance. The gold glow of the noon sun reflects off the snow, creating a light-filled world without a shadow in sight.  The gentle blue of the sky seems endless, inviting you to find comfort in its softness. It’s the perfect landscape, the perfect scene, the perfect life.

                Within this beautiful glass house he continues to stare at this surreal world. He sees a faint reflection of himself on the glass, transparent and empty. He tries to hold onto this world, but condensation has slowly begun forming on the outside of the glass, blurring the perfect dream. As night falls, the condensation freezes, absorbing light, making the world fade away.  How many more days will light be able to penetrate the ice?"

 - WM