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It's getting lovely and cold now. Time for thick jumpers and woolly scarves and snuggling :o) A time when the sunset bounces off the clouds making them translucent and pink. When the wind blows down from the north and makes my cheeks tingle and glow. I love this time of year when dusk reflects the orange of the leaves and the wind and the rain reclaim the land. It's usually the time of year when I go walking on moorlands or mountains, battling with the wind and enveloping myself in the desolation and power of the Mother, who just carries on regardless of what ever the creatures crawling on Her surface may do. I can't do it this year but I've got memories to sustain me and the knowledge that next year will come soon. (The positive and negative effect of getting older).
Feeling good. The wind is blowing strong and all is well.
Feeling good. The wind is blowing strong and all is well.