All was quite and peaceful, except for the crunching of the snow underneath my feet and Genevieve's paws. Dead calm, freezing fog settled in the valley to the south. Snowy relaxation hanging between the trees. Radiant heat weakened the base of the bundles of snow resting on the pine branches and cones, eventually and and repeatedly succumbing to gravity and plunging to join the thick powder base below. Spectacular silent performance.
