Piercing winds buffet our souls with news of continued isolation in this desolate landscape. Biting cold extracts warmth from our spirit and weighs us down in glacial proportions. A raven’s call echoes in an empty theatre as raw images of a frigid survivor suddenly begin to appear. Beauty is manifested in its monochromatic and crystalline glow, as icy tentacles begin to release their grip. Look beyond this biting fury and live your truth in the diamond encrusted sparkle emerging from frosted images and sunlit skies. Warmth will repel this crude and unrelenting opponent, and the promise of rebirth will once again return in the embrace of angelic branches.