“You’d be so lean, that blast of January
would blow you through and through.
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the
spring might become your time of day.”
(William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale, Act IV – Scene 4)
A discarded bouquet outside my front door.
An overnight snow fall.
None of this my doing except to capture this moment before the pale sun took back the winter glitter.