In the depths of frozen winter, when the entire landscape lies hushed and still, I walk, and I appreciate the stillness. The fresh snow scrunches and crunches underfoot, a soft yielding with a simultaneous half-hidden hardness.
In the depths of frozen winter, when the entire landscape lies hushed and still, I walk, and I appreciate the stillness. The fresh snow scrunches and crunches underfoot, a soft yielding with a simultaneous half-hidden hardness.