amorphous_constellation
Well-Known Member
Now it is 27 F and snowing.. I stare out there and think that I should like to walk in it, to behold it in its proper freshness , molding over the plants and earth, a veneer of frosty newness
End of the year.. in a limbo state .. I needn't shovel it, nowhere to go ... pits of deep purple sky , the black branches decorate
One might think this to be sort of a preference ala Wim Hof, to tread out into the windy, cold, darkness.. However, I think it restive. For beyond those other things, you see a world that is forced to settle. In my hope of witnessing this, I bring myself slightly more into accordance with nature's wish. I may walk to the lake. What I like, is to stare a few moments into that lake, wincing from the elements perhaps, and see snowflakes obscure my vision as if stars in a night sky. Perhaps I will go into the copse of woods.. where no one put a footprint.. There I might behold the owl
I only need try to select a good podcast.. something I can follow that doesn't tax the mind too much, for the body is too engaged with other things, under these conditions..
End of the year.. in a limbo state .. I needn't shovel it, nowhere to go ... pits of deep purple sky , the black branches decorate
One might think this to be sort of a preference ala Wim Hof, to tread out into the windy, cold, darkness.. However, I think it restive. For beyond those other things, you see a world that is forced to settle. In my hope of witnessing this, I bring myself slightly more into accordance with nature's wish. I may walk to the lake. What I like, is to stare a few moments into that lake, wincing from the elements perhaps, and see snowflakes obscure my vision as if stars in a night sky. Perhaps I will go into the copse of woods.. where no one put a footprint.. There I might behold the owl
I only need try to select a good podcast.. something I can follow that doesn't tax the mind too much, for the body is too engaged with other things, under these conditions..