Love letter to winter walks
Winter walks deserve a love letter. I am staying at a friends' house in a countryside, and it would be a dishonour to not take a walk around the village and all nearby countryside.
There is something about winter that I love so heavily...it might be the mix of crisp air merged with sun and bright sky, the sunlight falling onto the barks of bare trees on the hills. And as you look down between, the bare trees will reveal views and things you haven't seen the whole year until now. On the very day if the winter solstice. And yes it can be a metaphor there if you wish it to be...
It's all very nostalgic, winter. It's all very somber....yet alive and beautiful. I was born in winter, thus I hear its calling to me, every year.