Magical winter days...

Here I go for the first time... this is most likely going to be a collection of more of less floating more and less irrelevant thoughts about the life - Post1

Each season has few magical days... the absolutely gorgeus winter morning when all trees are covered by snow and flakes silently and gracefully float down thru sunshine.
Or that absolutely still moment beside the lake on hot summer day's evening.
Or that totally gray autumn day with rain pouring down and it just feels magically good to be inside wathing it all.
Or ... The first truly warm Spring day, or the day when the first signs tulips pop out of the ground.
These days feel so unique and makes one wishing that they could be actively remembered, and carried with. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) we just can't seem to be carrying them with and then use them during darker moments. Anyway - lucky to still be able to regocnise them anyway.

Well, last Sunday was a magic moment - and it helps today when shit keeps pouring downfrom the sky.