Winter. In the forest, quiet and mysterious. Large and white snowdrifts surrounds the roots of trees. No sound, only vaguely trying woodpecker tapping a fraction. Snow cover almost touched tracks, but in some places appear the light patterns of birds' feet. Trees are large and shaggy are motionless, as if afraid to throw fancy clothes that they gave my mother-winter. All the peace and quiet. Winter forest abode of harmony.
