Walking, breathing in the woodland air. That damp, mossy smell that lingers heavy, hanging. It’s one of those sunlit winter days. When the light looks warm, inviting, translucent green, like Spring, tricking the mind.
The path takes me round through the bare stick trees. Grey Winter shadows play through splashes of bright green lights. The cold sky still pale.
It’s January, however midwinter seems far away. I can even feel warmth on my face. And the sound underfoot is changing from frosty leaves to mossy promise.