This morning I went up the little path behind my house through the woods to reach the wide open. The snow powdered fields where still overcast but the sun finally made it through. Not more than a white dust covered the ground for the first time this winter. When the light intensified my mood rose with the enforced whiteness, my walk got winged as my spirit, the dark colours subsided with the upcoming light. How nice winter can be!
There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.