Footsteps In The Snow Comments

In the cold grip of winter's night it is the season of nature's rest. All is not at peace in this time of rest for the forest. All does not sleep.

The call of the Raven can be heard in the distance, as it echoes off the mountains to the forest below. Black capped chickadees and Titmice can be heard playing in the evergreens. Sparkling gossamer snowflakes drift down from the heavens to the forest floor. Silently falling upon the trees and carpet of leaves at my feet to turn the forest white. Shimmering in the sun's light as if enchanted by the frost the forest comes to life. With gleaming crystals of ice the forest appears to animate in the suns embrace.
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