an autumn stroll in the woods
admin December 18th, 2006
During the cold autumn mornings that precede the arrival of winter, I like to stroll through the woods. To admire this unusually quiet atmosphere. A light fog often wraps itself around things, and I adore immersing myself in this cocoon that protects me from the outside world. Then I stop to dwell upon the specific things: a leaf moved by the wind, a branch still loaded with dew, a well that reflects the clouds in the sky. You can capture the world’s magic even in these small things, in the never-ending cycle that repeats itself.