Imagine walking through the snow into a forest full of pine trees
As you stop amongst the trees, all you can hear is the 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 melting away.
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.