The village, covered in snow, presents a picturesque scene with trees and roofs buried under a thick layer of snow. Footprints mark the path through the village, and the forest, which seems to have stood for ages, is eerily quiet, almost instilling fear. Nonetheless, the desire to relive childhood memories and lay on the snow to roll around is strong.
As I travels towards Flagstaff, snowfall becomes an infrequent occurrence in the desert cities. Initially, the snowflakes scatter and melt upon hitting the road, but as the journey continues, the snowfall becomes heavier. The once barren surroundings are now transformed into a magical winter wonderland, as the forests and landscape are blanketed in snow. The surreal and mysterious appearance of the scenery seems to purify the mind, leaving a lasting impression on the beholder.
