Морозное утро на Истре

The crisp air of a frosty morning hangs over the Istra River, transforming the landscape into a crystalline dreamscape. Trees, cloaked in rime, stand sentinel along the banks, their delicate branches reflected in the glassy water. In the distance, the golden domes of a church pierce the pale blue sky, adding a touch of sacred stillness to the scene. The untouched snow whispers of quietude, as if nature itself has paused to breathe. This is not just a winter view—it’s a moment of profound peace, captured in the hush between breath and light.