“The air is full of the molecules of water vapour. Their constitution is such that in the normal temperature of the athmosphere their poles are pushed so far asunder as to be practically out of each other’s range. They do not unite. They freely flow in their swarming millions through the air. But when the temperature begins to freeze, then their motion is slowed down and their mutually attractive power, their magnetism, draws them together, they become visible, and we see chrystals made of ice. And again, the points of attraction and repulsion belonging to each particle exert such an exact degree of pull and pressure that the most delicate shapes of marvellous symmetry are built up. These are the flowers of the sky. We call them snow”
John Steward Collis in: The Visions of Glory
As midwinter’s solistice is approaching, I now have to leave again to the imaginary world.