It’s cold outside. It’s shivering down to your bones cold. The frigid winter weather ices everything in frost. Trails are crunchy or slippery from thick snow and ice.
The landscape is stark white, gray and brown the occasional surprise of red or green. On the trail I passed a tree with red winter berries iced in white; as if a baker had decorated dusted them in sugar. A confection of berries for birds looking for food on a winter day.
A splash of bright red among the white for me to see while on a walk. It’s the Midwest in winter.
Okay, it’s really cold outside.