The forest, the trees are silent. A thick blanket of
mist is hiding the landscape. No sounds, no wind just the sound of walking feet
in the snow. In the distance a buzzard is flying into the sky, disappearing
into the fog as if it was never there. On the plain the horizon becomes one
with the snow covered ground.
Trees become strange creatures, you think they move,
dance, swirl. The mist is tricking your eyes. But they make no noise. A breathtaking
silence under the dancing trees of the forest.
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