Imagine walking through the snow into a forest full of pine trees.
As you stop amongst the trees, all you can hear is the deep silence
and the crunch of your boots as you walk through the snow.
A slight cool breeze rustles through the trees moving the limbs as the branches sway
back and forth to the rhythm of the breeze.
Snow left on the branches gently falls down slowly, as small flakes
as they hit your coat and face, they sit for a moment before leaving.
An owl sits up high on one of the branches looking down at you and the world all around.
The sky is clear, and there is a glimmer of the moon lighting the path ahead.
And, at the end of the path, is a log cabin with a light on in the window and a fire burning in the
fireplace, waiting quietly for its owner to return.
It’s a perfect winter night.