I walked up the snowy trail. Whole track was full of snow and some of the snow was as soft as powder until you wouldn't want to walk on it and spoilt the beautiful snow track. This was the second time I was so close to snow, to so much snow.
I walked up the trail beside the river, then the strem, then the ridge. I ran through the same path again and again which I love so much. It is a wonderful breathtaking open space that you truly feel the freedom and ready to take off and soar like a hawk.