The polar night, period of darkness north of the Arctic Circle when the sun does not rise over the horizon.
I love mornings like this one. Sky is clear and wears his deep blue cover. Soon it will get lighter and pale yellowish tones will try to warm up the freezing air we breath in a desperate attempt. The sun has not risen yet. He will not rise today. Kaamos still rules with majesty on these wintry days as a ruthless king over his frozen throne.
Trees and plants are desiccated and coated by a frozen mantle of sparkling snow. Our feet are squeaking over the white ground and each breath is the origin of smooth curls of fumes, dispersing as fast as they appeared. Silence is golden as we say. And it might well be the origin of this golden glow on the top of the trees, the sun being so far away. This is the simple beauty of a chilly winter day in Finland. However, this is also for us the beginning of a hard day of work by -28˚C … :)