The Mirage of Ice-Fog

In the near distance, a mist of 
white gauze demarcates the road 
from the inner confines of the deeply 
wooded ravine we approach. The 
ravine absorbs our descent into its 
depths, envelopes us in its mystique; 
guests within its white  interior, the 
monochrome of snow and fog 
interrupted by the dark standards of 
tree trunks coated with glare ice, 
descended from the sky through the 
night hours transforming the winter 
wonderland to a glittering ice palace.