Winter has a lot of colours as you can imagine but it is always difficult to imagine them. Just because this cold season gives us only few pieces of colours.
A difference between keep on running forward and getting away from something is almost non, definitely, just as the year end is inextricably linked to a new year.
All of colours were missing under the winter sky of the difficult yearend. A historical steeple told me the Christmas time by resonating bells in early morning dew.