I went walking. Yesterday. It was the last day of January. A light snow powder coated the now oddly greyish landscape. Chill wind blew along the tattered forest edge. I stepped into a different outside and sauntered quietly along semi sheltered forest paths and trails. Strong trees, thick towering smooth trunks with delicate limbs, impervious to the winter cold. This beech forest exuded calm. The winds did not follow inside.
Beech bark with snow
January fields, solitary trees and an indistinct forest shape