Crisp and cold. The wintery sun makes the sky glitter with silver and turns the shadows blue.
Dry grass whispers secret memories of summertime.
Mud crunches underfoot as my boots break through the surface coating of ice. The grazing sheep scatter as they hear me coming, so I sneak up quietly on this one.
Snow has fallen on the mountain peaks. As the sun sets, the full moon rises above a blue horizon and the wind starts to bite at my chin and cheeks.
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