A magical moment.

"I have promised myself to lie more on the grass, looking at the clouds in 2017," I tell my husband. He laughs at me. You? However a few days later…....

It is foggy and it freezes as I drive home with my car. Suddenly, the sun pushes the fog aside. The once bleak landscape is transformed into a fairy tale. The branches of the White Popler ( Populus alba) are covered with the ice of frozen fog. I continue driving and enjoying the scenery. Then I remember my promise for 2017! Although I cannot lie in the grass, I can stop the car and get out.

It is quiet. No sound anywhere. I look at the silver bark of the White Popler trees. Silver barks and silver branches ... Magnificent. As I take a closer look at the branches, I see the ice has grown on one side only. That's because of the ruling western winds in this aria.  For the same reason the trees have grown to one side as well. Here in this quiet road I can see the "wind".

Suddenly ...... Pffffft. A soft sound. It is in front of me, next to me and behind me. Pffft. Pffft, like thousands of small arrows whizzing down.

The sun is melting the ice. The "wind" whooshes down. I have been caught in the middle of it by surprise.

A magical moment.

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The branches are covered with ice.

If I look closer.....

.... I can see the "wind".

Silver branches.

It is silent overhere.

A magical moment.

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