To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Today, I took a walk in the woods. The weather was constantly changing between heavy rain showers and sunshine. There was a brisk breeze that kept the mosquitoes away. Even though the nearest town wasn’t too far, I only encountered two people during my two-hour walk along lakes, bogs, meadows, and through beautiful trees of all shades of green. Perhaps people were deterred by the threat of rain and mosquitoes, or both? Either way, the beautiful sky made for a splendid sight on this lovely day.
In the middle of March, when the air is crisp with the promise of the approaching spring, there lies a tale of embracing nature’s grey colours. As the last remnants of winter cling to the landscape, luring oneself out into nature becomes a delicate dance between reluctance and curiosity.
The Danish landscape with rolling hills and windswept coasts acquires a subdued charm in the grey and misty March. The fields lie dormant, waiting for the touch of warmer days to wake them from their sleep. The forests stand silent, their branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers grasping the clouds.
Amidst this quietude, the temptation to remain indoors, wrapped in the comfort of familiar surroundings, is strong. Yet, there is an allure to the wildness of the outdoors, a call that cannot be ignored.
With each step taken into the gray expanse, there is a sense of surrender to the elements. The wind, with its steady gale force, whips through the air, carrying with it the scent of earth and sea. The sky hangs heavy with clouds, casting a soft, diffused light over the landscape.
In the midst of this subdued palette, there is a beauty that speaks to the soul. The muted tones of brown, black, and grey blend together in a harmonious symphony, painting a picture of serenity and tranquility. The sound of footsteps crunching against the earth becomes a rhythm, a meditation that draws one deeper into the embrace of nature.
When the kilometers pass under tired feet, there is a feeling of liberation, of letting go of the burdens that weigh down the heart. In the grey Danish weather in March, there is a healing power that goes beyond the usual. The wind whispers secrets of forgotten paths and hidden wonders and encourages one to explore further, to discover the treasures hidden in the middle of the landscape.
And so, in the middle of the grey March weather in Denmark, there is a journey to take – a journey of self-discovery, renewal and connection to the wildness that lies both inside and outside. Because in the envelopment of nature’s grey there is a beauty that cannot be found anywhere else – a beauty that speaks to the soul and nourishes the spirit.
HANNA'S WALK 
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