The deer are lying in the grass. People are free and enjoying a walk in the sun.
A sea eagle circles high above, but disappear in the absence of prey.
Fantastic day after a Christmas with dark clouds and rain.
The chill factor is minus 1 degree. I think about how much the factor is when cycling. But there’s no reason to dwell on the cold, so I rush off to be sheltered by the woods 😊
When the day grew dark, a rosy glow coloured the sky. A subdued but beautiful fireworks.
A woman passed me in the park. Her daughter walked … no, she jumped and danced behind her mother with a red toboggan.
I nearly woke you up last night, when it started to snow, said the mother. She laughed and turned her head towards the child, who smiled happily.
A mother who loves to play, isn’t the worst thing you could wish for as a child 🙂
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
– Snowflakes by Emily Dickinson
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For a start it was like any other walk I’ve been on but then I came down to the lake.
Once it was a necessity to pull off shoes and socks on this side of the lake when strong wind came in from west.
I don’t need it today because the new bridge is raised half a meter above previous level.
Sometimes it’s nice with challenges, but today I’m happy to keep my shoes on.
The temperature is just above freezing, and the wind is 15 to 20 m/s.
Maybe my pictures got blurred but then you know why. I was a bit shaken but not stirred.
When you shake a Martini small fragments of ice are floating on top and that’s exactly how I felt when I left the lake behind me. Chilled to the bone.
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
HANNA'S WALK 
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