The trees stand menacing like tall dark figures in the gloomy forest.
Forest lakes that seem abysmal when I try to glimpse the bottom.
A daunting silence –
The smooth surface of the rivers, which are torn by rocks.
Wasn’t that a shadow on the rock?
Didn’t you hear the fiddle?
We went into the forest on a very hot day looking for shade.
No rain of significance for three and a half months. Most green areas are withered and yellow.
To my surprise we found pleasant coolness and green lushness.
A fresh breeze came in on top of Fruebjerg and gave impression of being close to the sea, although the sea is about twenty kilometers away.