The snow crunches beneath my feet as I trudge through the forest. Wind brushes whistles in my ear. Otherwise I can hark no noise. Not the honking of vehicles, not the hasty footsteps of people. Just silence.
Wrinkled brown leaves stare upwards, admiring the glistening snow, taking their places on the plentiful trees. The white-clothed trees sway tranquilly in the wind.
Not a soul stirs in the forest filtering the sun’s rays. The frosty air bites my vulnerable face but I don’t care. I adore the cold. I adore the chilling breezes. I adore my breath dancing in the cold air. I adore the Canadian winter.