Black Ice Gully

Publisher's blurb: Light snow dusts the ground and frozen undergrowth, crunching with every step. The cold bites into your fingers and your boots slip on cracked sheets of ice. They’ve formed where the stream’s waterways once flowed between rising outcrops of stone. Mounds of rubble make the ground even more treacherous. Around you the trees loom tall, snow sprinkling down from their leaves as the wind rustles through them. Small flower blossoms, crisply frozen, wait to melt under the promising kiss of sunlight.