Sunlight streams playing across the surface of a frozen pond with an upright timber standing sentinel, also frozen in place.
The cold, harshness of this time is so visible in the pond. Everything seems frozen in place, in motion, at a standstill. Even a little show of warmth can’t seem to melt the ice or shine through to the depths.
The weather may change in a few weeks or months, growing colder or warmer. But right now everything is at a standstill frozen in motion, frozen in place.