This day last year, the world was frozen over and had been for a while. As pretty as it was, the roads were treacherous and travelling anywhere was a drag. It seemed to get dark at 2pm each day. I'd been trying to get to the woods for a week but the weather had been too bad. The cold white beauty felt endless and this had taken a toll on me, dragging my spirits low. I felt like the ice had reached my heart.
When I finally was able to travel to the woodland it was clear nobody else had visited, the snow untouched by anything but the footprints of rabbits, deer and occasional bird. And as I trod the snowflake pattern from the soles of my snow boots beside those marks of the small wild things that ruled this place, I did still think how beautiful the world could be, and a squirrel followed me overhead, jumping from tree to tree. I felt like Snow White, lost, with nobody but her animal friends to bring her comfort, and some of the ice in my heart melted, despite the cold.