Crunch, crunch, slush. Crunch, crunch, slush. Climbing through trees, that look as if they have been recently dipped in marshmallow cream, all you can hear is the sound of your snowshoes leaving their imprint in sparkling snow. Pressing on, your breath leads the way as it wafts through chilly mountain air up towards heaven. Everything around you takes on a crisp blueish hue as dappled sun light gets lost on its way to the forest floor. Even the birds take pause before making the slightest utterance for fear of disturbing the crystalline shell of winter. Once in a while though a clump breaks free from its arboreal captor and falls towards earth to rejoin its earth bound siblings. Here in snow entrenched mountains the world falls away. Peace creeps in and my soul smiles.
Wish you all were here.