Winter has come. The sky is a murky gray, but as the Sun rises it gradually becomes lighter. White flakes of naïveness float down to the ground. Trees have accumulated clumps of white matter upon their leaves; it falls as the trees waver with the wind. The Sun has an unobstructed view of the earth below, dazzling rays of sunlight making the snow-covered ground sparkle and glitter. Little footprints have been made in the snow; maybe a rabbit’s. Following the treks, a small village comes into sight. A blanket of silence has covered it – every sound has been muffled. The roofs have become a dazzling, sparkling white, and clouds of warmth puff from the chimneys, signaling the awakening of the village.