frozen beauty

o'clock

and lose the name of action

And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

vitamins

sposa d'inverno

whiteness

another place, another time

soffice candore

spigato

il lago di Dobbiaco

nebbia d'inverno

così celeste