A stormy day, when winds of North found the top of the Bucegi mountains to be the best playground for their restless speeding contests, revealed once again snow's creativity.
Steel structures stood still. They listened to a deep silence, broken only by small snow crystals smashing against their steel flesh. They endured rough winds, sudden roars of cold, vows of eternal haunting. Yet they were still, unmoved and silent. The night brought back a liberating mist of stars, which turned into curtains of light and clouds at sunrise. The steel had grizzled over night and snow became its coat. It held prisoner part of the storm's fury and lust for wandering inside its most inner bonds, thus freezing steel into what felt like a restless stillness.
Steel structures stood still. They listened to a deep silence, broken only by small snow crystals smashing against their steel flesh. They endured rough winds, sudden roars of cold, vows of eternal haunting. Yet they were still, unmoved and silent. The night brought back a liberating mist of stars, which turned into curtains of light and clouds at sunrise. The steel had grizzled over night and snow became its coat. It held prisoner part of the storm's fury and lust for wandering inside its most inner bonds, thus freezing steel into what felt like a restless stillness.
