Day 47 : Grass under Snow

In accordance with the snow storm forecast, the wind today was so strong that given a chance, it could have hurled me to the state next to Illinois. But like all things that bind our ankles together, this too will pass away; we just have to wait till the storm turns to a cloud; like the grass that I found underneath the snow, like the water underneath the ice. Here is the picture that represents that:

'Grass under Snow'