Is fall so candid because it has an unwanted job, namely getting ready for winter the full-bloom landscapes that summer worked so hard at building? The mysticism you’ll find in the sub-arctic is therefore the only present that autumn offers to those that watch as it toils.So fall’s mystery can be summed up by its chilly full-moon nights timidly exposing sleepy rolling pastures and woods accompanied by Northern Lights dancing in the vast sky. When pitch-darkness leaves the moon and Northern Lights temporarily unemployed, darkness is so thick that you can almost lean against it.
But don’t be fooled: not everything in the woods appear as what they seem…
Or better they’re like something that Anaïs Niin once said: We don’t see thing as they are. We see things as we are.
i’ve been remiss in my reading, sugar! and this post just triggered how dulled i’ve become in my thinking…(it’s the vicodin, i know) thank you, enrique
Always great to hear from you, Savannah. I hope you’re getting better. I’m a bit worried about you but I know you’ll pull through fine.