On a cold, cold Sunday we ventured forth. The frigid air nipped at our cheeks and chilled our fingers. Colours seem to have leached away, leaving a silver patina on the world, quietly waiting for its fluffy cover of snow. Nature is prickly, the softness of leaf and flower gone; instead we observe needles, lichen and determined fungi that provide glimpses of colour in a pewter landscape.
Despite the cold we felt liberated into the frosty woods. Free of the warm but dry inside air, the closed doors and windows. To stomp, roam, collect; to move our bodies as freely as our heavy layers would allow. And then, a glimpse of sunshine suspended from a tree reminding us of the life always bubbling below the surface.
Some weekend memories to sustain us through our busy week. I hope you all had a lovely weekend too.