The morning walk 1

In the early November snowfall, Michelle wandered through the serene expanse of her estate forest, the world cloaked in a soft, white blanket. The air was crisp, and a gentle fog curled around the trees, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Beside her, two snow owls, Jenny and Jill, glided gracefully, their feathers a striking contrast against the snowy backdrop. They hooted softly, as if sharing secrets of the forest. Michelle smiled, feeling a deep connection to the tranquil beauty surrounding her. Each step crunched softly in the snow, echoing the peaceful solitude of the morning, a moment suspended in time.