At sunrise, a fogbow arcs softly over the dry dam basin, where snow carpets the earth in delicate hush. The water of the dam, still, is transformed by morning light and mist into something ethereal — a quiet, haunting beauty. The fogbow glows like a whispered promise across the frost-kissed silence, where absence becomes its own kind of poetry.
#FogbowMorning #SnowySilence #DryDamDreaming #WinterLight #HighCountryMagic
At sunrise, a fogbow arcs softly over the dry dam basin, where snow carpets the earth in delicate hush. The water of the dam, still, is transformed by morning light and mist into something ethereal — a quiet, haunting beauty. The fogbow glows like a whispered promise across the frost-kissed silence, where absence becomes its own kind of poetry.
#FogbowMorning #SnowySilence #DryDamDreaming #WinterLight #HighCountryMagic