Weather

The still air hovered like a frozen blanket overhead, somehow tranquil and comforting despite its coldness. Like a layer of wool nestled against the flat, barren horizon, the gray, wintry clouds contrasted against the vast expanse of white below.  The undisturbed, snow-covered frozen lake below was an empty canvas provided by nature, with no need for paint or color, for the tones of whites and grays held a beauty all their own. Only a few trees dotted the foreground, silhouettes of small birch trees with black, scraggly, leafless branches and mottled white-gray trunks that blended to the scenery. There was complete and total stillness in the air; nothing moved, not the quivering of a tree branch, not an animal in sight. Not a breath, not a sound. Just a soft, silent, muted landscape of beautiful gray nothingness, punctuated by a few small footprints trailing off onto the snowy plain. They were recent, but already

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