It's early January when after a cold night with drizzling rain everything outside is covered with ice. Standing in the garden I listen to the sound of thousands of branches that rustle and crackle while delicately touching each other, as if they were toys of the winter wind.
new year´s party
ties hang
over a chair
I love the sound of the wind.. Especially if I'm inside where it's warm and cozy! :)
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