The delicate and ephemeral frost flowers.
"The flower burns under the frost and its petals sparkle in the tangle of branches like crystal embroidery."
The sun set tonight in the clouds. Tomorrow will come the storm, and the evening, and the night; Then dawn, and its clarity of obstructed vapors.... Excerpt from "Soleils couchants", poem VI, Les Feuilles d'automne (1831), Victor Hugo