It is cold. The snow lies like a cold blanket over nature. The sun does not radiate warmth, it only lights up the world a little. The cool rays of the sun make the snow sparkle. The icicles hanging from the bare, snow-covered trees reflect the light and cast small, barely noticeable lights into the clear white.
It is quiet. Only the soft fall of the snowflakes and the crunch of the snow under the paws of a mighty white wolf interrupt the silence.
The wolf creeps on quiet paws through the white splendor, undecided where to go.
Even though it's so cold, the cold isn't uncomfortable. It's so calm and peaceful. The snow is so soft as if you were floating on clouds. That truly is heaven on earth.