Today is one of those days where I'm imagining myself being in the quietness of a farm that has just been blanketed with a late Autumn snowfall. As I imagine myself walking through the field, feeling the warmth of the sun ward off the chill in the air, I love how I can almost hear the crunching sound each footstep makes as my feet sink their imprint into the glittering drifts of snow that have accumulated in the furrows.