With birds

With a head full of people, places, words, dreams, thoughts and hopes, I wrapped myself in my warmest clothes and set off to climb the nearest hill. On my own in the knee-deep snow cover unseen on this island, I marched towards the white peaks. Sat on the cliffs, watched the city and the mountains on the horizon. In an instant, people, places, words, dreams, thoughts and hopes dissolved in the sunset. Sometime solitude is healing.
With birds I shared this lonely view.

Merry Christmas to all of you who for one or another reason stick to this blog.