Snjór!!!

I can not imagine time more enjoyably spent than that on a night time walk through a countryside blanketed with the first snow of the season. The lights of the city reflecting off of the white mantle of snow suffuse the hills with a soft, chill glow that lights my way as I wander the peaceful solitude of the night. The world at once seems to take pause, slowing in its hectic pace just a bit, preparing perhaps for its approaching long, cold slumber that will only end with the distant, warmth breath of spring. Indeed, Father Frost is upon the threshold and the fire in the hearth is smoldering low...Yule draws nigh...winter is come.