02 December 2023 10:15 Swamp strip Molenland, the Netherlands.
The sound of the cracking ground giving away beneath my feet, the migrating birds singing their goodbye is like music to my ears. A winter symphony that welcomes me every year like clockwork.
The sun, only ever rising and setting this time of year paints the day with golden light, fleeting before we're engulfed in darkness once more. The darkness of the womb before the birth of spring.
The landscape is still besides the bunnies running in the distance. My breath comes in clouds. My feet leaving visible trails of my past. I exist, I exist, I exist. The winter told me so.