After lunch, I decided to go for a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather. For hours I dwelled through the woods, most of the time wading knee-deep through the snow. It was tough walking, but it felt great being out there all alone. Or should I say almost alone? For during the entire hike, I was accompanied by the roaring wind and the sun rays shining through the trees.
On my way home, I passed through a big open field where the wind was blowing fiercely, the most powerful gales blowing big clouds of powder snow from the ground into the air. When I had crossed the field and was about to go into the forest again, I turned around for a last peek, just in time to see a snow tornado literally following in my footsteps. What a sight!
Almost home, I passed an old farm where I stood for a while watching the snow being blown of the roof of one of the barns.