Today is one of those days that made the real world seem not so real. Thick low clouds the same color as the ground, and the wind between the two swirling the snow so that you can't see where one ends and the other begins. The horizon is no longer a vast distance, instead reduced to a short ride away. The horses' coats are dulled and greyed by the snow, their manes and tales adorned with icicles that clink together like glass bells. A day for eerie happenings, crossings over between worlds.