My trails enter the woods at different places, and this is one such entry. It's right across from my studio windows, and I watch the weather from here and see the changes of the day and seasons. I look at the woods and see my path, calling me in. The field on the other side of the hill yields a view of the sky, and the winter thins the trees enough to get a glimpse of it from my window. I set up my easel after the umpteenth time I thought about painting that view, and I worked out this oil pastel.