I walked to the local church, the sunshine had long gone and was replaced by flat, grey, snow laden clouds.
The pattern of snow on the gravestones seemed to appear almost random.
Some had snow towering over, some were wrapped in it, some had shed much with only a thin veneer, though soon to be replaced.
The avenue of trees leading towards the church was transformed into a magical, inviting procession, the rows of gravestones beyond forming marching lines.
Snakes of snow wrapped around crosses, accentuated points of needles and contrasted with the sinewy trees. The world became a lithograph, monochrome. And then blurred with snow as another blizzard came.
Today’s Mesmerising Moment is an extract of a much longer piece by Helen Fisher who is “interested in just about everything”. Helen especially enjoys hill walking and backpacking – aiming for knowledge over gadgets to achieve a lighter pack.