An eerie sound breaks the silence.
It is most certainly the winter wind rushing through tight spaces between scrawny trunks and jagged bare branches of trees. Two heavy, green mitts of evergreen foliage burdened by snow reach out like the claws of a possessed yeti.
This is Out In the Open. Bright reflections of sun all around. Should be a cheery scene, no? Maybe to some degree. But for sober consideration, there is always the cold. The cold that drives so many animals into hibernation underground. That traps people on un-plowed streets with buried, useless cars. The cold that's like a monster who can't get inside the house, but lurks just outside the front door waiting for the furnace to break.
Scary, but exhilarating.
Frozen still, yet poised for an avalanche