I've felt like a child these past few days; excitedly looking out at the early morning through half open eyes, hoping for more snow but satisfied with what endures, hurrying out to the forest, eager to absorb as much as I can of the transient beauty. I smile broadly as I walk in awe through a land so familiar, so well trodden and yet new to me, so enthralling, the exhilaration of this exotic frigid landscape is intoxicating. It's nice to know you can still feel like that; and from such simple natural stimuli too. Beautiful.
Friday, 8 January 2010
The white stuff
I've felt like a child these past few days; excitedly looking out at the early morning through half open eyes, hoping for more snow but satisfied with what endures, hurrying out to the forest, eager to absorb as much as I can of the transient beauty. I smile broadly as I walk in awe through a land so familiar, so well trodden and yet new to me, so enthralling, the exhilaration of this exotic frigid landscape is intoxicating. It's nice to know you can still feel like that; and from such simple natural stimuli too. Beautiful.
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