"At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted." ~ T. S. Eliot

 “Willows bordered the path, like women bent in mourning, their branches shod in ice and brushing the soft white ground like strands of hair. Flowers and shrubs of every variety overflowed their beds, all of them white with frost, a world made of snow and glass, a garden of ghosts.”

― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves