January at Ängsbacka

Feeling heavy, raw, dark, wanting to fall into deep slumber and wake up with the sun in April. Lack of life motivation. In reality I am a dancing mountain child, and when I forget I feel trapped in this aging body. The most magical thing happend  after the New year festival. All the snow that had covered the face of Ängsbacka for weeks melted away, and turned what seemingly was winter into the most gorgeous autumn landscape. My heart is amazed by the way nature simply knows.

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