Blues Skies and Snow

You awaken, and the world is magical, a different place - it snowed overnight, and the snow is still here this morning.

The sky is that perfect shade of blue that only appears in a northern winter. The landscape is dusted with fine white powder, the trees touched with a filigree of hoarfrost and the first icicles. The early sunlight shines through the icicles and turns everything platinum and gold.

The forgotten trail along the edge of the field beckons, and it calls in a siren voice that simply cannot be ignored. Come, come, come...