There is a warm front, with loads of rain and warm wind here, that eats all that beautifull white stuff. And causes avalanches in the mountains and floods down here. Still in every storm lies some beauty. On our little harbour jetty.
These two look very determined to move ahead and I can’t help thinking of the phrase, “Take a long walk, off a short pier”. Sometimes these weird things just pop into my head when looking at an image.