"It is winter, and it will be spring again. We have known other winters, and survived them."
It is so cold today that we didn't think we'd go far on our walk. But we came upon a new path, pictured here, and it was so serene and beautiful that we ended up forgetting time and the cold for a while. After exploring this new way a while, we made our way back through a thin, heavily wooded path which would eventually lead back out into the open field we know, when we saw these red berries. It was like finding treasure; splashes of bright colour in a muted world of white, grey, and brown. Despite the low teperature and lack of colour in the landscape, there was a simple beauty in the blanket of frost and glassy snowflakes. The tall, pale-golden grasses which lined the icy roads were all thickly coated in white. No birds sang. It was completely silent.