Going up the country

Went to my parents-in-law over the weekend (prostrating before the ancestors, as we call it). We went by train, because snow was forecast. It is a real journey. We had to change to the bus, because the train ended 10 km outside the town.
Then we were at the station, freezing. No bus. Father picked us up. Thank God.

The fish in the pond were standing still like frozen, too. During the night, the pond was covered by a thin ice layer. Last roses before the snow seemed even more beautiful, almost transparent.