The snow has covered every single breath of spring in white silence.
At some points yesterday almost everything disappeared. The blizzard driving snow into every nook and cranny, breaking the silence and pulling branches from trees. The swirling, icy wind piling snow on hedgerows only to push it off again. Nothing moved that was not wind driven.
Now familiar territories seem strange.
Eerie. Ways are blocked, somehow a door has been shut.
And another has opened. The trees have become Goblin Trees, the gaps between them gateways into Faerie.
Not that this hasn't always been a Faerie Wood.
It's just that usually, you can't see the Fey.
It is considered very rude to look directly and I certainly wouldn't dream of photographing one, but looking at the people who are looking seemed OK.