![]() Smoke rises from the chimneys and disappears above the gently sloping roofs and church steeples of our little hamlet. It is late afternoon on this winter day the sun has just begun to set, streaking the pale blue sky with shades of apricot, gold and mauve. Imagine an enchanting old town somewhere in the far north. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bones structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. During winter nature is at rest the real work is silent and unseen. There is something profoundly private and dignified about this month the long nights, the bare trees, the silence of the snow as it falls on the frozen landscape. ![]() January invites us to slow down, recover and most important to come back to ourselves. ![]() After the celebrations and festivities, the parties and the presents, this quiet month is like a refuge.
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