The Snow Covered Path

I woke up in the woods today.....
It was quiet....it was cold and it was still.....
It was winter.

There is little that stirs in the cold.....
There is little that you can see...in the winter......
Life has gone underground.

Underground......
The warmth does not change.....
It remains constant.......

And where else, in life, is constant more constant than in the woods?