Pure nature on snowy paths. Snow falls from the trees, our own breath as an icy breeze in the air, above us the blue sky, below us snow dust, around us only silence and whirls of flakes. Perhaps we will meet the snow shepherds wearing a crystal coat, warm caps of moss and tiny shoes of lichen, as described by the writer Peter Gruber. Wrapped in a warming blanket, the snorting of the horses in your ear, letting the landscape pass by: This is possible on a horse-drawn carriage or sleigh ride.