Wandering Through a Winter Dream: Where Ideas Take Flight It's funny, isn't it, how sometimes the simplest things can spark the grandest ideas? I remember one crisp December morning, the kind where your breath plumes like a little cloud and the world outside looks as though it’s been dipped in sugar. I was out for a rambly sort of walk, mug of tea firmly in hand, when I noticed the frost on the hedgerows. It wasn't just any frost; it was a dazzling display of perfect, intricate snowflakes, each one a tiny masterpiece. Gosh, they were just spectacular, clinging to every twig and leaf, catching ...
