One Snowy Morning in Finland
I went for a walk one winter’s morn. Just to see what the world was like after a day of steady snowfall. And it lay hushed and still and contented under a pale, mellow sun. I wandered deep into the woods and out into the frozen sea. My tracks made a fresh trail in some places. The air was deliciously dewy and occasional showers of soft snow flitted from the snowy trees towering above. Blue tits and blackbirds squabbled over the best bites of bird feed. I had planned for just a short walk. I was home three hours later cold, hungry but my soul oddly satisfied with what my eyes had seen. I go to the woods and I am healed.