Distracting us from an aching coldness, the pastel scenes demanded our full attention. Towards every direction you could fixate on a different shade. Lightly contrasted by the stark whiteness of snow, a creamy mountain goat crept southbound. We watched among the brown, decrepit remains of once hardy trees. To the north of those aged timber walls, a thriving green forest ironically boasting with life. They all endure in their own ways.