The breath of the early morning snaked gently through the wood, toying with the fading mist among the glossy, ice-encrusted branches. The sun rose happily from its rejuvenating slumber behind the distant mountains and generously poured out a pleasant invigorating warmth across the frozen landscape. The snow that so perfectly smoothed over the earth's imperfections responded joyfully and seemingly came alive, dancing and frisking in the shimmering light. Even the long shadows that were laid so gracefully on top of the blanket of snow gleamed with icy blue hues of a thousand shades. The crisp blue sky was limitless, and, except for the last few vaporous tails of the night's storm that were slithering their way between the hilltops to the north, harbored not a single cloud to compromise its purity. Occasionally droplets of water would break free from their icy bonds and plunge into the soft white powder coating the forest floor. A muffled tapping could be heard when they landed on less forgiving surfaces. As if afraid of being heard, the sound darted quickly through the trees before quickly burring itself in the snow.
Today was going to be a good day in the secluded wintry wood.