Tranquillity

White surrounds you. You observe the tracks, snow covering all but the steel rails.

You hear a slow-pacing convoy progressing towards your viewpoint. The train is calm, like the whole nature surrounding you.

You spot a hare running to a safe place on the hillside, and it leaves behind delicate footprints on the velvety mantle.

You resume your stroll towards the forest, and your steps creak in the fresh snow.

Tranquillity surrounds this feeling of being inside a postcard.