Snow Dusted Sequoias
Deep in the woods on a cold winters day we wander through the giant red trees dusted with fresh white snow. The sun is shining brightly above but here in there shadows the air is frosty and cold making our breath mist and biting at any exposed skin. The snowy blanket seems to have quietened the forest sounds and it's eerily quiet below their feathery branches.
Our footsteps crunch the forest floor as we explore this shadowy place of gentle giants, so tall and straight their massive trunks rise up into the sky leaving us feeling dwarfed at their feet.