Charmed, I'm sure

Once the charm is broken, reality comes flowing like a mad river after the snow has melted. Suddenly the fog disappears and all we can see is humid, wrinkled ugly little nature before spring finally sprawls life back into the woods.
That first moment after the charm is broken is the ugliest moment one can witness. If you do not sleep through it, you'd think life is the worst thing you can come across.
Fortunately it only lasts that one second.
And suddenly you don't care about the melting icicles that seemed eternal and beautiful for a while... Let them melt away and die, let them vanish as the transient beings that they are! Flowers and warmth is coming our way.