February

“…What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day.”
(Roman Payne)

posted earlier:

Winter is coming… Magical Snow Flurries Locked in a Box