Come with me to a place filled with white puffy snow. A place where all is white, clean and new. A spot where moments before, fresh deer prints in the fallen snow tell of romps in the forest. It’s a place we’ve been before. Listen! Do you hear the birds calling your name? Look! Do you see the grand river, still awake, alive with water streaming to places unknown? Touch! Do you feel the energy of those who’ve come before you in the rugged bark? Smell! Do you smell the perfumes of the plants? All your senses are now awake and alert, reborn with the excitement of discovery.