Back on the white track

If I were to colour the month of January, 

it would have to be white,

even though some of you might argue that 
white is not a colour at all. 

I do not, however, spend January striving for the ascetic
life.  On the contrary, I cultivate life's little pleasures to
celebrate the whiteness of this, most melancholy of months.  
 A snow-like sprinkling of powdered sugar, a snowdrift
of tiramisu or the winter-white chocolate on the 
Ferrero mountainside.

Sometimes, the relentlessness of the white
January sky might feel oppressive.
Then, a certain slant of light
pierces the chandelier crystals projecting
ghost-like rainbows on the walls.

Or, a special visitor drops by.  This deer came 
to my garden on a cold, cold day and for a few
moments, out eyes met.

Now and again, there are some real surprises too.

Photo; Trine Sirnes

For instance, finding Trinny and Susannah, unexpectedly,
here in The Old Town.

 Anna