No broadleaf can live here.
Drips into your soul.
Crepuscular fading of hue and depth.
Spirit in the mist.
Let it begin with a cosy, friendly young explorers camp, in nature around the fire.
Thought and aliveness.
Fabulous festive season.
Key is the wood selection.
Carved ash bowls.
Rejoice the longer days to come.
Something they carry for the whole lives.
In the face of the cold.
They all follow the sun.
That is how nature is, be like nature.