There is no path to follow here–neither right way nor heel-way–as every view not staked to the ground may be turned around.
Snow cover is never verbose; it is only white. Even its incited feelings tend towards silent notes.
An auberge may roar fire next to sill, but with sky as roof and horizons as walls, the heart can, as well, find warmth amidst frosty air.
The periphery’s penumbra may be assumed as just more frosted milieu, but it deserves a turn to clarify its difference and what that may mean to you. : )