winter, for real. finally. yes finally, better for real than some kind of grey just above freezing meaninglessness. the snow we have finally gotten actually makes winter less dark. so even i, a notorious summer creature, prefers real winters, if winter is necessary at all…
how the eye can betray; the soft green moss looks so inviting, so soft. like made for a night under the thousands of stars, under the nordic lights. like a night to weave a story like the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy*. but in fact it’s damp and cold, sadly enough. shame.
*the guide, as i remember it, was conveyed to douglas adams in a field outside innsbruck, austria, looking at the stars. probably warmer than here. a lot of good come from looking at stars!
home again – it’s freezing and snowing…. i want to go back immediately! 24 hours ago we had close to summer temperature, where even the gentle rain (the rare rain!) left traces of the ripening oranges.