Its limited colour spectrum has within it a veiled mirror from which we view ourselves in that hibernating state, only just awake, just sensing, just breathing, only just seeing the world around us. In this state, our eyes are turned inwards as much as they are to the outside world. Looking into our greys of consciousness and subtleties of waning moods, our sensitivity of inner space is still as vast as any brightness of summer, yet lacking the blindness of higher joys