You know how the world seems quieter when the snow falls. When most animals are hibernating and the birds are long gone with the autumn winds. When only you and a few other creatures are wondering the forests, unlikely to bump in to each other. There is no sound, no movement anywhere. The deep snow damps your steps. The only sounds you can hear are the rustle of your clothes when you move, and the frozen water drops dangling from the tips of the birch branches, creating natures own wind chime. It almost seems like the forest is under a spell. Like someone would have waved a magic wand and everything would have frozen in a blink of an eye. The stillness is captivating.