A few months ago I posted about an Autumnal run in Vondelpark.
The other night it snowed and then the morning broke with crisp, clear skies and a beautiful low winter sun.
I couldn’t resist.
When you grow up in the sunshine, snow always has a magical quality. The way it changes a place, makes it quiet and frozen feels new every time.
I reached the park and a woman was feeding the ducks. They skittered and slid onto the ice to get to the bread.
And then the path opened up to me.
The snow transforming the park into a white, mysterious place.
Places that were once green and clear, now hidden
And the fallen trees more patient and timeless in the frozen waters.
“And then the path opened up to me.”
~ Liz Doran, 2009.
Silent snow. Secret snow.