Long shadows appeared as the late copper sun illuminated the horizon. The lake, crystallized with its golden mask glowing, layered with a blanket of snow. Walking felt like footsteps on broken glass, the air so fresh and crisp… a far cry from the city. Sleeping becomes easy with all this freshness, the sunset glowing red slowly sinking behind the tree line. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, will I see the zebra stripes across the drifts, watch the breeze shake off the laden branches of snow or feel the warmth of the sun upon my rosy cheeks. I will experience only that which nature wants to tease my palette once again; it is as if I was meant to capture her gallery of winter’s treasures, timeless masterpieces to be shared.