Wrapped in an early morning freeze, the sun starts to ascend.

It’s the end of December. I’m in a small mountain village Janczowa. It was snowing the whole night.

I see purples at the horizon and take my camera. Within a few minutes the sun gets our from behind the hills and lights up gentle clouds beneath.

No real sound from anywhere. Only the sun seems to shout with light, but speaklessly

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