Storm has characterised the Christmas holidays.
Yesterday Urd ravaged in Denmark, Norway and the Faroe Islands.
On the Faroe Islands Urd broke the Faroese record in wind strength when gusts of 78.7 m/s reached the double hurricane strength while the average wind speed was 52 m/s.
Welcome to Winter Solstice. It’s a time for celebration. A time for celebrate the return of light and it certainly is dark and gloomy in Denmark today. I found pictures in my archive to light up the day.
On a dark and misty day I succeed in finding a colourful path and fierce colourful music in Freiraum by Stefan Haase
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Hermann Hesse, Wandering
In my Danish post about a walk in Paradise you can see where I got this motive ❤
Today I had a dazzling walk in bright sunshine. I almost got a feeling of spring ❤
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping
Today is International Mountain Day 2016 ❤
This picture is from Austria, Krimml.
This region will always stay on my bucket list.
Even after several attempts to uncheck it.
Note
This lovely view was part of my exclusive walk from one lake to another. You can see the rest of the pictures on my Danish blog; Naturvandring
Most of us have tried this. Having a revisit with a beloved neighbourhood where nature has made our lives richer.
The lake Bagsvaerd Soe is a place for a lot of activities and at the same time it has an exceedingly recreational value with beautiful views over the lake.
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.
Krishnamurti
HANNA'S WALK 
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