She walks through winter as snow falls and piles up against downed trees and boulders strewn along the way.
She walks through winter in the footsteps of the deer who passed by earlier and she passes as silently as the elusive fox and bobcat.
She walks through winter reveling in the icy cold - where each breath makes a puff of steam.
"There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance." - William Sharp