frosts..
I remember walking around the park with my parents in the dusky twilight, fascinated by the grass, wild herbs, fallen leaves and dried flowers sealed in ice. The rich dark orange, crunchy brown, dusty green, wine red and sepia coming to life under the lamppost light. It was like walking in the enchanted forest caught by the bounding spell, you can feast your eyes on various shapes, textures and colours, but if you touch something even by the tip of your finger - the spell will be broken and the beauty will be no more..