Imagine the view out a window on a dark Winters night when it’s expected to snow, possibly quite heavily, but all there is to see is so far is the palest of white frostings floating on the tips of grass, vegetation and tree branches, and the precipitation is so lite and gentle it’s almost impossible to detect it’s even there. That’s what this is about.
Most likely by the time this is published the situation will be dramatically different.
Straightforward and lyrical