A daily walk takes me past a local old peoples home. At a glance I can see how the elderly are taken care of, with gentleness and caution. As I continue pass some rather large houses with gardens that have a layer of whiteness dusted over them, I notice a blue break in the clouds, of a celeste blue tone. Along the path that has had salt sprinkled on to prevent slippage, bikers ride by with care, dressed for the minus degree weather, with rosy cheeks and intention. I reach the forest that surrounds a small pond, that is frozen, the ducks manage to tread wearily in order to reach the bank. There is a dirt track that lines the pond which enters deeper into the forest, the bare trees against the grey/blue sky have black outlines that are graphic in their form, with some layers of snow that have settled on the horizontal branches.