A warm-bark tree-hug this morning while a gentle snow fell.
I was drawn to a lovely tree-maiden with raised arms welcoming the crystal-gifts from the heavens.
A rugged bark-mountain range waited patiently for its snow-caps to arrive.
An elegantly dressed tree-lady hurried off to take her pet tree-dragon for a walk.
Snow-salad was being served at the stylish mushroom-cafe.
And just as I spotted the tree-hunter high above me gunshots rang out from a distant gun club. True story. Message: We are in magical winter-times. Embrace what you can only experience this time of the year. Dress warmly and step out to receive your precious gifts from nature. Peace