The air was thin and brittle, like paper.  It sliced through flesh, wrinkled with every breath, and crumpled under foot. It was as if nature had been wrapped in a thin layer of cellophane, restrained and crinkling with every movement.  It was a bitter and unforgiving landscape that stood naked and vulnerable. And although life…

Feathery, glittery snow, like the downy, iridescent wings of an angel, fell silently as a sweet hush swept over the landscape.   The wind whispered tender secrets upon the air, suspended, drifting from one tree to the next.   Snow, for many, is merely a nuisance.  Although the aesthetics are undeniable, the beauty, for…