Sunday, December 2
quickly melting, fog so solid that slowing down is a must. I looked out at all this, more than everything else it was the evergreens that held my attention. i love them most of all against winter's backdrop, as i say this the smell that comes from camping underneath them on hot summer day is equally pleasant to remember.
Yesterday was one of those days that you stay in your wool socks and comfy clothes, that you listen to only things that make you feel safe and talk about only kind things, or maybe hardly talk at all. yesterday tears fell randomly all through out the day but more like burst of sun showers than ones that stem from sad things, i am happy, i am dizzy, i am learning and i am so grateful for your kind comments and emails.
....as i made it through the beautiful mountain landscape that i call home, i sat in a cafe and sipped a beautiful prepared mocha and played the best chess game ever. then i drove back towards the hill as the sky, the delicate sun and fog made the whole journey feel as if i was looking through rose coloured glasses, the truth is i often do even on those dark days.