Moș Crivăț (Old Man Frost) is the bitter winter wind made human: a gaunt elder in a rough sheepskin coat and fur cap, beard crusted with rime, striding across open plains with a gnarled stick that rattles shutters and makes church bells ring thinly. He is the hard northeast gale… pic.twitter.com/PysCfm67wa
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Moș Crivăț (Old Man Frost) is the bitter winter wind made human: a gaunt elder in a rough sheepskin coat and fur cap, beard crusted with rime, striding across open plains with a gnarled stick that rattles shutters and makes church bells ring thinly. He is the hard northeast gale that drives snow sideways, sands roads to ice, etches fern-like patterns on windows, snaps laundry stiff, and hurries travelers toward the stove. Gruff and unsmiling, he also scours the air clean and leaves delicate frost script on glass, part warning, part blessing. At doorways he pauses to probe every crack; inside, people answer with bright fires, warm food, and stories, because everyone knows Moș Crivăț respects a house that is cheerful and tightly closed.
Made for the ImagineArt creator challenge #10: Weather Spirits (what if the weather had a face, a form, a spirit)?
