On the way up we got into our rented plastic suits . The horses would take us to the snowy heights. We rented our horses a hundred a piece.
In the hills all things are temporal and rented. Our red and violet suits are such a relief to the drab whiteness of snow.
The pines were in their best white suits. But the pines were in their temporal suits. Just for the night. When the sun comes the dresses will be returned.
The horses do not have plastic suits to wear. When they feel cold in their bones they just drop their poop in the snow. Their green poops offer such a fine contrast to the white snow!