The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread? I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature. The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees. The sounds of nature on a spring evening.
Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun. Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe. Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’. The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow. It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me. We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees. The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky. Staggering!
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