At dawn on a crisp winter’s day, even the light is cold.
It paints the land a steely, frigid blue; the stain sets quickly and deeply
so that all it covers is held absolutely still.
The brush strokes are rough, uneven, prickly,
giving a harsh texture to this arresting canvas.
This natural work of art is powerful enough
to hold any viewer frozen in its grasp.
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