In the midst of a winter breeze, as the aspen receives her kiss of wind, a bear continues in stealth down the mountainside due a scent off the north face. There's silence in the valley. The bighorn elders stand watch as the eve descends with the thought of white. Aloft, in the trees within the arms of the spruce, woven in blue needles a home for two. Quietly in slumber, full of life beats, eagerly they await the winter break. The roar of the Colorado, the sweet smell of pine, the perched voice of the elk echoes through the canyon side. Snow flakes fall like silver dollars, in the house a fire burns fierce. Plaided wool linen keep warm the ones we hold dear. In moments of shear beauty on this silent winters night, beyond all imagination lies the very essence of life. Tucked deep within the woods, packed tight within the trees, rest a humble little cabin in a blanket of thick smoke. Wide eyed and curious I arose..