The northern woods was quiet except for the muffled sounds of the cross-country skiers conversation as they made their way deeper into the woods during the heavy snowfall.
In the distance, I heard the familiar calls of the ever-present Blue Jays I had seen earlier flying through the deciduous and evergreen trees.
The snowstorm kept a lot of people home, but not me as I walked the snow-covered trails in the northern woods, enjoying the solitude.
