Silverdale Woods In Winter.

This is a short story. I know enough times that I give up too easily on long stories, but when I am ready I will do a long story. This is a person taking a walk in Silverdale Woods, a forest he knows well. It is snowing and he is pondering over the scenery. Please comment on mistakes and how it was, I am too harsh with my own criticism.

Warning: This is completely fictional. Any reference of similar places and/or events are purely coincidental.