The white album

Across the road from my hotel there is a path that has been beckoning me, and following it today I found it leads down to the (now frozen) river, and a forest with more trails to explore, deep drifts of snow to jump in, dogs to pat, and families pulling smiling fat babies on sleds behind them. The only noise is the squeak of shoes in the snow, and the occasional bird. Is there anything prettier than walking through trees in the snow 🙂