After All Hallows’ Eve comes the onset of early darkness, and the biting cold of endless Winter nights.
Prickly holly bushes gleam with a myriad of shimmering frosty leaves.
Gossamer spider webs glisten and sparkle in the shadowy moonlight, enhancing the intricate strands of thread that dance and gleam against the star-peppered sky.
The midnight ice slowly creeps across the land, smothering its frozen surface with a never-ending white blanket of frozen crystals and sparkling glitter.
That’s what’s Winter means to me…