The snow fell quick and steady throughout the morning covering everything in a thick blanket of white. The usual little critter tracks were non existent, nothing dared come out of its warm home. There was a level of silence as I stepped outside, it was unusual. The crisp, pure air hit my lungs, a calmness set in.
The crunch under my feet echoed throughout the woodland floor. The individual snowflakes danced down from the sky, piling inside the boot prints I left behind, erasing it’s knowledge of my existence.
I miss the lush green that spring and summer provide, but somehow there was a new appreciation today. The beauty in the lines, the contrast of light and dark, the different textures jumped from the forest. It was like mother nature had used a white pencil on all of the trees while they slept. It was inspiring to look at the surroundings with an artful eye.