The melted ice smeared a massive mass of mud onto the shoes.
We walked along the slippery furrows of the ploughland, on a tiring, untrodden path, yet it did not occur to anyone to turn back.
The impenetrable tangle of bushes and shrubs kept people away. Only the hunting dogs threw themselves into the colourless, seemingly lifeless thicket, trusting their instincts.
Their perseverance startled dozens of jays, pheasants, hares and ducks,
which — although hidden from sight — had been there all along.
BENEATH THE VISIBLE SURFACE, LIFE HIDES
The year bid farewell in radiant sunshine.
