It's a winter wonderland out there, people! The birds have already been at the suet, knocking snow off the rail but leaving the snow cap untouched.
Imagine pulling on boots, snow pants, parka and toque, to walk in the beauty. Feet crunch through the light crust on the blanket of unblemished white, crystalline sparkles dust your hair as you brush past the spruce tree.
The forest is quiet.
Birds hunker down in the moderate cold, deep in the branches away from the flat grey light, as if waiting for the sun to clear the high cloud cover. The air is crisp but not brittle, you can walk or ski or snowshoe to your heart's delight, and you feel like the only person alive who has been gifted with this peaceful morning.
What will you do next?
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