November 04, 2024

*with the crooked trees


With the crooked trees, the spider webs and the bowing sunflowers.

Yesterday night the temperatures finally dropped and 
with the first sun beams came the frost and adorned the still sleepy meadows.
Immediately I whipped on my coat, rushed outside and sat down a moment in the glittering field, breathing the clear air and just soaked up the beauty of this first winter foretaste.

The dreams in which I wander, are similar spiked with gold and silver, shimmer over glimmer.
A beauty not possible to describe in words.

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