There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind’s whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter’s night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
Joseph T. Renaldi
After the night’s storm large amounts of water was pouring into the river from the old mill place. I stood a moment absorbed by the sound and sight. Shortly after entering the forest a sudden movement in the twilight kept my attention to the huge trees on my left side. There he was a very large stag moving like a king just in front of me.
At times like this one can feel very small being all alone in front of his majesty
His image stays frozen in my memory for a long time.
An amazing stroll in the dim daylight.
I dag sneede det over hele Danmark. I ‘Musens Rige’ faldt 2-3 cm.
I morgen skinner solen, måske 🙂
God tur i sneen ❤