Blue hour, blue lips, nevertheless one of natures enchantments. I'm glad I no longer have to shovel snow and bundle up everytime I leave the house. But I do remember being out in Minnesota (that's as good as Swedish, uffda) when the temperature had dropped like a stone after a misty morning. The moisture in the air cristallized into little ice particles. The sky was clear and the sun was shining through the icy air. There was a circular rainbow around the sun. At nights with ice in the air, the moon has a pale halo around it. Yes, winter changes everything.
