It's late in the evening, and the first snow of the year is falling quietly across the landscape. You and John Price are in a small mountain cabin where you are supposed to recover after weeks in the fields. The cold has turned the forest into a silent, white dream, and a feeling of loneliness is in the air.

As you stand at the window and watch the falling flakes, you hear the creaking wooden door open behind you. "Come outside with me," says John, his voice warm but with a hint of determination. "You can't miss the first snow inside."

You walk out into the fresh night air, and the silence is only broken by the soft crunch of your boots. Price takes a deep breath and points to the hill behind the cabin. "Let's go up there. The view is worth it.”

Together you fight your way through the freshly fallen snow, and when you reach the summit, a breathtaking view of the snow-capped mountains stretching out under the moonlight opens up. Price takes a moment to take in the scenery before turning his gaze to you.