The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe

Instead of finding himself stepping out into the spare room he found himself stepping out from the shadow of some thick dark fir trees into an open place in the middle of a wood.

There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees. Overhead there was pale blue sky, the sort of sky one sees on a fine winter day in the morning. Straight ahead of him he saw between the tree-trunks the sun, just rising very red and clear. Everything was perfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that country. There was not a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could see in every direction. He shivered.