A cold tree-hug before the big storm.
Trunks stand tall and united.
Ski slope bark-trails naturally prepared for the coming snow.
An old tree-spirit greeted me with wooden pipe in hand. He's seen a lot in his time.
A young tree-boy leaned on his wise spirit-guide. The boy seemed a little sad, but knows he is safe. Message: Follow the trails of the wise ones before you. You are never alone in spirit. Peace