The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet.
Winter Poems

The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet.
Winter Poems

It might be good to live in the city, I thought. Being anonymous and still be whole as a human being. But no one had told me that the stars were invisible at the famous main street in the city.¹
What kind of view would you prefer if you were confined to bed with a prolonged illness?
I have asked that question before on my blog and I still find the issue interesting.
Yesterday I visited Copenhagen. The newly constructed Copenhagen built up against Nokken, and Amager Fælled, a nature reserve.
I glanced into the courtyard of an expensive property. The sun was shining, but not inside the courtyard. It had a gloomy expression. Not a single tree was to discern.
It’s not a new wisdom that green areas have a therapeutic effect on humans, yet the high residential houses are built much to close to each other. Not even a vague desire is left for a garden chair in a sunbeam.
Studies show that we recover more quickly overlooking a green area. There is also evidence that our stress levels decrease in natural areas.
Perhaps we stay strong and healthy in green surroundings? Environments that invite us outside. Entice us to move around along lakes over hills and through forests.
Then we might start eating to live and not vice versa.
Nokken is located on the southernmost part of Islands Brygge, a former industrial neighborhood. In the early 1930s, some fishermen started to build small houses down to the water front.
Now there are allotments, overlooking the tall new residences. Fortunately, the harbor entrance creates a space between the two worlds, the green and the gray concrete.
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¹ Inspiration: Harvest A/S
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.





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.

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