Icicles glisten along a snowy trail, and the quiet of winter surrounds you. You are the only person in the forest. The snow crunches under your boots, and you have the space you need to reflect and find your peace.

You pause to rest at the edge of a field. The day is chilly, with thick clouds blocking the sun. In the distance, the mountain range is dusted with snow, the freeze lingering at the high elevations. You snug your jacket around you and prepare to move on.

Ripples extend from a dog exploring the clear lake. The sun glints off the blue-green surface, and your feet dig into the sand as you watch from shore. Across the lake, the trees are bare, but soon there will be leaves and spring flowers.

Water roars down the thin layers of shale, its cool breeze making the purple phacelia dance on the hillside. You listen to the white noise, feeling the dappled sun fumble with the waterfall mist.