Julian and I have both enjoyed the same keen observation these past few weeks. Ten inches of snow and a good pair of boots affords one some very liberating reckless abandon. When the rocks, crags, banks, ditches and stumps are covered in a blissful blanket of snow we have no fear to traipse and trod where we want. Its made getting outside much more fun. Julian joked at one point that we were actually probably standing in the middle of the river but couldn't tell. Surely this must be a metaphor of some kind. When we can see the landscape, we fear to tread but when we can't, we go happily along. Hmmm.
Poetic. You should write a book.
ReplyDeletesince we own a dog we are always outside no matter the weather. I find I like being out and breathing in the openness :)
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