Bliss

I am not a skier. Therefore in my world there is nothing quite like a snowshoe hike on fresh powder. No trail to follow ~ making your own, the only path carved out is the one behind you. Nothing disturbing the new snow except where your dog races into the forest and back relishing freedom. Blue sky and looking up you see the bottom of the pine branches, the tops of which are laden with snow. An interesting and different perspective and color change. Across the lake clouds low down the mountains tell that snow is falling there and coming your way. For the moment, however, blue above, white below, muted greens in between and all the clear, clean air you can breathe. Glorious!