I walked over to the window and looked out at the frozen landscape, mired as it was in monochrome, all colour drained by the lack of movement. I stood there a long while focused on nothing much, just lost in thought, seeing yet registering nothing at all. Then for a moment there was a movement that caught my eye. Two small children wrapped in several layers ran out into the snow. I could imagine them laughing shouting to one another, joy meteor-arced across their souls, warmed by the depth of their pleasure and contentment at the novelty of it all. It was then that the tears began to flow, running in thin rivulets down grizzled cheeks. Those tiny barely significant traces of something other than blacks, greys and whites, were sufficient to unlock all that nature had set aside.