Autumn, so colourful, pinching nose with some colder temperatures. The sound of yellow and orange aspen tree leaves in wind. Handfuls of lingonberries on soft moss pillows.
Forest paths so inviting. Ceiling so high, walls not existing. Shadows and glimmer of tree and rock fields.
Bonfire to make it a real living room.
On the way, here and there.
Times of ice age and how it formed the landscape.
Secret codes, arrangements. New and old. Growing and fading again.
The stories about swamps and how everything could be lost inside.
And then this moment. The smell. The taste. The slow rattle of fire. The forest in your coffee cup, the waving tree tops.
Slowly the aspen leaves are flying in the wind and the ceiling becomes more naked and higher. Before the stars are turned on, walking the forest paths back home.
The mist has wrapped everything inside it outdoors today. Like looking at a white wall. Slowly it starts to open its curtains and colours appear from the other side of the small lake.
Have a beautiful day!