The town nestles at the foot of a cliff; protected from the winds, embraced by the sea.
Mists are gentle here, silk summers none too hot; the springs are mild the autumn storms most civilised.
And yet, one morning I awoke to find beneath a royal sky of finest blue, the garden crystalised, transformed into a fairy land, strange world of beauty, sparkling, magical, all new it seemed, all different and bright, and white.
I went to greet this, I remained to see the snow turn clear, turn water, fall away, time drops dissolving then to now, the briefest winter come and gone.