Troodos, 28 January 2021. Days of confinement with authorization for movement forms and text messages. The streets are empty. You can count the visitors on the mountain top on the fingers of one hand. The temperature is 2 degrees Celsius below zero. The fog is attacking. Visibility is limited. Pure white, pristine snow on the ground. And the snowflakes dancing here and there. To the rhythm of “Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!”, by lyricist Sammy Cahn!
