Glittrystep

She wandered into the woods, where the Glittrystep covered the ground. Every footfall made a sparkling work of art, a path of vaporous excellence afterward. The perfect snow oozed an exceptional appeal under the colder time of year moonlight.

As she wandered through the quiet woods, the Glittrystep wrapped her in a universe of charm. The virus air stung her cheeks, yet the sight underneath her feet made her feel good inside. Maybe the actual earth was celebrating in her presence, giving her a confidential expressive dance of shimmers and snowflakes.

The Glittrystep had an uncanny method of calming her brain. The concerns of the day blurred, supplanted by a significant feeling of serenity. Each step, each fragile space, was an update that even in the most brutal of seasons, there was sorcery to be found.

She stopped, her breath framing a haze of fog, and looked at the way she had made. The Glittrystep was her mysterious association with the colder time of year wonderland, a silent grasping among her and nature. It was an inclination that couldn't be portrayed yet was carved into her memory, a neologism brought into the world of snow and isolation.