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Ruthin, North Wales, Jan Malique

The heavens have been showering us with snow from early morning, and it continues to cascade down. Sound is muffled, a welcome relief from the noise of human activity. I love true winter and not the damp approximation we seem to be handed every year.

Nature’s sentinels stand impassive and grand in their demeanour. There is another landscape hidden behind this one, one devoid of intrusion and cynicism. It’s as if these snow flurries are sheltering slumbering energies, shielding them from sight. I find solace in such sights. It focusses the mind on matters of a spiritual nature, as the spirit finds common ground, a bridge to worlds beyond conscious understanding.

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