At 5am there's nobody around, just me and my camera and fallen snow.

The branches dance in the breeze, but there's not much to dance for,

soon it'll will be time to grind, time to toil, but let me think for a while

as there's still time for silence. It will be gone when I'm next here

so I will breathe and feel and enjoy the cold and exist for now.

Escapism, Unchained

Quieter times...

Busier times...