Grace..I will comment as I read, I hope that is okay?

Radiant winter..good description for winter is, especially on a snow scene with the sun gleaming off the crisp, whit snow.
The scene, cold, quiet, lonely..perhaps?
A definite sense of solitude here, feeling that the world and you are travelling at different speeds, not realising your exsistance? *chills my thrills..good illiteration*
Heavens cloud upon your head, a crown, but too late now, maybe? *chunk of lump :O)*
In meditation one could indeed escape, relealise some serenity in one own mind.

A profound piece with nicely chosen words.

I liked it a lot.

Well done

Michael