"On the dark ocean of the valleys, the high load of rocks and ice rose into the sky like a sailboat covered with canvas" - Jean Giono.
The bare rock shudders under the wrath of the cruel blizzard.
When the virginal snow coat slips off his proud shoulders,
the crystalline ice of its coldness brushes against it.
To contemplate oneself, never gets tired, in the mirror lakes. (Françoise Sagon)