The Winter Mise en scene

The Winter mise en scene is transforming to a gloomy, slow, silent one as the last tier draws near; unless of course it snows, there is a ‘silence before the storm’ feeling. The trees are dry and barren; and yet, the stubborn evergreens stand there watching it all - unaffected. There is very little to see out there unless you have an eye for the dead, the morbid, and the monochrome. I do. This is my kind of time. I have enjoyed this melancholy before. I miss the free flowing prose though. We’ll get it back, Precious. We need to stir that bard alive that feeds on the black, white, and grey of things and is capable of creating a rainbow. For now, we rehearse the silence.