Nefaya

The snow crunched underneath your beige coloured boots, echoing into the distance in the forest. You were currently making your way back to the lodge that you and your husband James live in, your hands stuffed in your jacket pockets and your face covered by your warm, fuzzy scarf. You had to admit, you weren't a lover of the Winter months. The cold got on your nerves, especially when it was nipping your skin like a thousand needles. The only thing you enjoyed about this time of year, was that the forest that surrounds the lodge looks more than beautiful. You love the way the snow glistens and decorates the trees in ways you never thought p