A crisp winter morning and there was a frosty chill in the air A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew that cascades all around the sublime forest The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown There was the sound of shattered glass that emphasised the leaves being crunched as if you were to step on them pushing their papery remains deep into the brilliant white snow which lined the ground like a fresh white cotton sheet The passive and daunting forest has the appeal of a forgotten land which has been lost in time The isolated forest remained in a capsule untouched by the destructive essence of man | Anything