Pretty. -12ºC, windchill -18, a glittering layer of frost all over the path. My headlight reflected off what looked like millions of diamonds, scattered in front of me.
Coming home, the snowy parts were soft and a bit hard to manage. The low sunlight washed the landscape with golden light. Very mellow and relaxing.
Last edited by Rhodabike; 02-03-12 at 06:14 PM.