When the day grew dark, a rosy glow coloured the sky. A subdued but beautiful fireworks.
It has turned into some memorable walks throughout the year. Snow and clear weather provided us with a wonderful light. Beautiful spring days followed with an abundance of flowering trees and shrubs. Then came summer with a great intensity of bird song and a few weeks of hot weather. In the middle of September the rain sat in and it did’t stop again until Christmas. Well, it has varied between overcast, misty weather, fog and no sun. But it does good to think about the first half because it was infinitely beautiful.
An Irish Blessing:
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.
The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden
There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.
It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.
Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.
Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.
On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.