The snowfall ended and a trail of footprints stretched across the white, untouched snow, past the old fence to the river. Winter landscape in the open air at such a time, it is a continuous meditation. Just two or three colors on the palette. Dark and white color on the canvas. Yes, a streak of cobalt blue on the horizon. And the silence around them. But soon the cold begins to freeze your hands, the paint on the canvas becomes thick and viscous. It’s time to go home, the day is ending and soon it will start to get dark.