‘Winter solitude- in a world of one color the sound of wind.’ Matsuo Basho The Mountains – grow unnoticed Their Purple figures rise Without attempt Exhaustion Assistance or Applause In Their Eternal Faces The Sun with just delight Looks long and last and golden For fellowship at night Emily Dickinson Continue reading “Winter Solitude”
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A windy day in the forest.
I’m still amazed places like this exist on earth. This morning I woke up to the sound of the trees swaying around and small branches flying against the window. It was definitely too windy to try to go higher up on the mountains, above the treeline. In the mountain station there is a cool weatherContinue reading “A windy day in the forest.”