In the bitterly cold wind blowing down from the iron-blue winter sky, the quiet pond is completely covered with the thin sheets of ice.
The deep green of cedar trees is mistily reflected in the dark surface of the frozen pond.
The chilly stillness of midwinter is prevailing over this bleak garden to try to freeze even the currents of time.
Living creatures are staying absolutely still with bated breath, patiently waiting for the arrival of their spring.
