For January in northern Minnesota, we hadn"t gotten much snow yet. Face-biting cold, on the other hand? We had had more than our share of that.
But if you dressed for the weather, it really wasn"t that bad. The sun was shining brightly, and while it didn"t lend the world below any heat, it did sparkle off of the snow in a way that warmed the soul. The sun glinting off of individual flakes in the drifts of snow created bright hints of silver and blue to what would otherwise be overwhelming whiteness or even grayness on an overcast day.
And the forest I was walking through was mainly firs and pines, their limbs as green as ever under their thin blankets of snow.
The glinting snow and the bright sun were probably why I didn"t feel the slightest bit afraid, although I knew I should at least
