What color can distinguish the moment when something changes? What color could that undefined fog ever be? Could it be gray, like the winter it belongs to? Could it be dark like the night and the fields it shrouds? Could it be transparent just like those many layers of cold sheerness that overlay into an indistinct dust? Federico has posed himself these questions, reflecting on the moment when, at a certain point in life, something inevitable happens: we face the world, reality, things for what they are. In that moment, in the confrontation with the cold, far away from the bliss of unawareness, something definitive happens. A change, a deviation. We grow, and we find ourselves different. We decide to abandon what is no longer needed, perhaps leaving it behind in that very same fog.