*soft as snow can be

Have a peaceful Christmas!



No white Christmas this year, but I am still living off the days, when all was covered so nicely with snow.



Peaceful and introverted days.
Sorting out things,
to have a fresh & light start
into the new year.

But also enjoying new little things,
little gifts from friends and recent flea market findings.

Feeling grateful and ready to complete the last month of the year.


*short days

Soon will be the shortest day of the year. When the sun sets early in the snow free time, everything turns into a melancholic spectacle.


*orange light

A last outcry of autumn.
The most orange light
that you won't see in any other season.
Fitting to the fruits I'm eating the most right now,
persimmons and clementines.


*winter home

Morning silence 
in the bedroom.



When the mist rises
and dawn is breaking.
A magical day time.



*tiny red leaves

Meanwhile the colors have faded, the snow as well, but we had frost in the morning which is so beautiful to look at when the winter sun rises in it's strong red colors.


*the world

"Simply wait, be quiet, still The world
will freely offer itself to you."
Franz Kafka



Our last little trip to the woodquarter
before the snow came.
Mustard fields where blooming,
it felt more like spring than autumn.



We had our first snow
and it couldn’t be any better.
The specific light, the smell, the feeling when you breathe in the fresh air.
I stand up early, prepare the stove fire,
take my camera and immediately leave the warmth of the house.
Strangely I don’t meet anyone on my walks.
It seems people here are rather less enamoured of misty weather or snow.
The playground is fully mine.
It’s early enough to meet deer and flocks of starlings that are chattering in the naked treetops 
and every now and then the call of a crow rings out.
The bright mantle of snow uncovers paths in the forest that normally are not accessible,
because of all the wild bushes and trees with dense foliage that block the view in the warmer seasons.
I don’t feel the frostiness, because I am fully in the now, when I take my walks
and focus on the magic of ever transforming nature.
No signs of stress or suffering anywhere – devotion and serenity as far as the eye can reach.
Silently I feel all winters in me that I ever lived.
I want to crawl under the blanket of snow,
reach my hands up to the sky,
let myself drift.
There is no aim or definable purpose that I claim to be mine.
There is no me in myself.
Out there, I dissolve in a truly otherworld.
Far away from every thing.


*keys and silence

 Sometimes we don't know
that we have the keys already.