Flakes of white fall slowly, appearing to dangle in mid air. Bleached tones, providing fresh cover among the branches of trees and all that lay below them. The cold lingers with little movement as if wind was a thing of the past. Stillness has a screaming silence that permeates these woods and echoes through the wilderness. No sound, no breeze, just the soft kiss of frozen flakes against the skin of the huddled lifeless.