When it's cold and frozen, the indoor windows often fog up—creating a unique atmosphere
A poetic view of the icy northern landscape through the window

Winter is a time to retreat into one's vast personal horizons and gallop through imaginative spaces—a moment for creation. These days, Paris has been shrouded in a cold wave from Siberia, with freezing temperatures making it the coldest period in nearly a decade. The chill makes one even more calm and composed; under such thin-ice conditions, one can enter a world of deeper contemplation (outdoor activities decrease, and home life turns to reading, writing, pastimes, and watching TV for leisure). It allows one to gallop through the wilderness of personal thought and unfold vast imaginative spaces. Hibernation becomes a time for living one's own life, entering one's own dreamland and poetic realms, nurtured in the warm embrace of an indoor dream lover, giving rise to metaphysical musings and transformative worlds. It is noteworthy that most thinkers and philosophers hail from cold regions—this is not without reason. No wonder northern peoples enjoy lengthy novels and existential philosophies.

This year, Paris's freezing cold has taken on a poetic northern charm. A heavy snowfall a few days ago disrupted traffic in France and Paris, but it did not upset people's daily routines. In this alternative spacetime, it sparks the poet's inspiration, opens another dimension for the novelist, and lifts the skylight for the artist. Under these extraordinary conditions, one immerses in the world of imagination and gallops through the vast space of creativity. These days, I have been doing my utmost within my warm and cozy home, galloping alone through my personal artistic writing space and deep artistic creation, immersed in this wilderness of thought and artistic imagination, expressing personal sensitivity and perceiving the wonders of life.