It had been a cold and very frosty January night, the nipping air stole my breath, the fog had settled on sub-zero surfaces and the pelt of frost had accreted crystals upon crystals. The sky being velvet black was spangled with a myriad of twinkling stars, which were as numberless as days.  The stalactite-like icicles suspended in silent grace, the moon was at its full round shine, and where the tree’s shadows were blackly stretching across the land, it captured my heart. My eyes were fixed like a ruby rock, leaving me spellbound, as the moon rained out her beams on the birch trees, transfiguring them in silvery brightness.