White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Loreena McKennitt – Snow

Śnieżna droga przez podhalańskie pola i lasy, czyli biegówki z widokiem na Tatry 🙂