New Year snow

Four days at the start of the year, in deep snow: pink light, a yellow house, pines lit copper, and a frost that turned everything two colours at once.

The first four days of the year, all in the same few fields. The sun never got above the treeline, so the useful light arrived late and left early, and most of the colour came from what it caught on the way past: frost, bark, a wall.

Each day had its own shape. Snow and a band of pink over the field, then a morning and an afternoon that barely met, then a walk into the pines with the sun going sideways, and finally an hour of orange and blue that the cold had made possible.

Nothing here is far from anything else. That is the point of the set: one place, four days, and the light doing something different every time.

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