A Winter's Tale - My Journey through Siberia

When the cold cracks the timbers and the walls of the houses. When the frost makes the great courtyard gates creak on their hinges. And the smoke rising over the dwellings. The smoke floating upward to vanish beneath the breath of the wind. I freeze all of a sudden. I freeze it and hold it suspended. Above the trees suspended. What pleasure it gives me. It charms each sense and stirs the very soul. Solemn and kindly nature. O holy power and mystery divine. My heart rejoicing worships all the wondrous gifts you give to us. Your hidden purposes and goodness. Far from the sight of all.