Silence.
Atop the hill a light shines.
Too far off, too faint.
Shadows manipulated by falling snow.
Red.
Horses, chickens, sheep — hay.
The Horses naaaay.
The pasture fills.
White.
The towering trees nestled in snow.
Tannenbaum.
The breeze gently curtsies through the air.
Green.
Naaay.
Silence.
Naaay.
Silence.