So winter came at last, and with it a desire for communion with the frozen wilderness. So a hike was ventured, and in great company too. Through woods of naked trees, over hills and past streams and a lake. Even up onto an ancient volcano. All under a shining winter sun. Sleeping snuggled up by a roaring campfire, stars within sight. Waking up to find the ground covered with snow.
And for a while, all was right in the world.
Love and winter,
Winterdragon
