And after the snow

The next day, it's as though the blizzards and Helm (see yesterday's blip) never happened.
Inviting paths wind, Narnia-like, through the woods, up to the Beacon, with promise shining through the branches.
It's that sense of hope and promise and adventure that always pulls me in, on paths such as these, where you cannot see what is ahead, but surely such beauty can only lead you to more?