it is amazing, how short the days get in this time of the year.
an how the sun does not ever get up to being ‘white’ – all its light is ever ‘yellow’ – that is, if there is any sun.
today, the sun came through the grey, low clouds twice. and the world was much lighter all of a sudden.
the forest smelled like late autumn. the leaves were silent underfoot. a little group of roe deer were grey on grey (even if they are supposed to be brown, and the trees are supposed to be brown-ish, too).
i gathered some pieces of juniper and went home.
this is a strange winter.