At Tiny House Ontario, the forest floor is crisp and white with snow and the trees are simply grey scale. At night, the moon has been large and round in the sky drawing shadows across the smooth white surface. It is lovely. This morning when I woke it was snowing it was so breathtakingly lovely that I curled myself into a ball on the plush brown blanket and rested my head on my arm, simply watching the snow fall. It is absolutely monochromatic here except the house which is, of course, the colour of chocolate.
I realized when my tummy started grumbling that I had been there three full hours. I don’t know how the time got away on me, really… I felt as though I were there for just a moment.
The good news is: now I can snowshoe! Woot!