…of the new year. It felt like a very good sign on the opening of 2010. A lovely, frozen, well preserved rose in the snow. Dry, feather light snow – fairytale snow. A poetic and magic moment. Singular and unexpected. I wish that 2010 will bring many such moments.
There is a poem by the Swedish poet Maria Wine that came to my mind when I found the rose today (my fast translation):
If I am looking for roses
I find snow
If I am looking for snow
I find roses
If I am not looking for anything
I find both roses and snow