Full moon lighting up the snow in a billion diamond sparkles in the dead of night.

Stars so brilliant you can see every constellation you love.

The hush of snow, as in a soundproof room. Draping the conifers in blue white cones. The blacks, paynes grey, cobalt, gunmetal blues of shadows.

Hear the elk and deer cutting twigs and chewing .....breathing, if they are close enough.

Crunch of feet, every step , in crisp cold snow.

Jagged peaks looming black against the skies .

The lights appear. Greens, blues, purples, yellows, reds....rippling , folding , reflecting on the waters, the peaks ...transfixed breathless for hours to see.

You are in the north. And loving every minute.

What Sharon said.

Exquisite Sharon !

I can see the stars on our farm in Page County.

Thank you, Sir , and T Rex ....summer has been so well described on other posts here, so I thought I'd add in the beauties of winter. Fall has its own unique life beauty enjoyed . So glad it is finally here !

Wolfie started such a nice subject .