White feathers on a lake of glass, frosty clouds from my own breath, the stinging cold of icy fingers and face, the crunching and sloshing of wet snow giving way under my feet into the carpet of fallen leaves underneath, the clean smells of mountain air laced with evergreen, the perfect lighting of a late winter afternoon......all heavenly gifts in a time of solitude. The stillness was broken only by the creaking and crashing of limbs baring themselves of their beautiful burdens of ice..... "Be still and know that I am God"
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