I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show....
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins..
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so