It’s been a long time ago since I made my last post in Wednesday Walks. It was not because I don’t like this community. Vice versa. All our walks seemed to me too ordinary to write about them here.
But at last I’ve decided that our extraordinary snowy and frosty winter this year is worthy to be mentioned here.
This year's winter seems to have decided to remind us what it can be like. It is not just calendar, not symbolic, not warmed by "global warming", but real, snowy, with character. It was such a winter when I was a child.
The forest today looked as if it had been carefully powdered with powdered sugar. Each branch was framed with snow, and even thin bushes stood like fragile lace sculptures. The sun was shining softly, not brightly, and this made everything around seem a little unreal - like a scene from a winter fairy tale. I especially like the contrast of evergreen fir trees, red oak leaves that have never left their trees, and dazzling white snow. The dogs and I were there first and there were no traces of anyone yet.
We couldn't go far into the forest: the road was completely covered with snow. The snow was quite deep and loose. My car drove confidently only up to a certain point. Then there was the risk of getting stuck, and pulling the car out of the snowdrifts in the middle of the forest is not the most inspiring scenario. And where would I look for help? That's why the dogs and I left the car where it was still safe and went on foot.
And it turned out to be the best solution. Today's weather is a perfect winter combination: it's not too cold, but the snow is not melting yet. The air is fresh, clean, a little ringing, but without piercing frost. It's easy to breathe, it's nice to walk, the snow crunches softly under your feet. I bought myself a coffee in advance and walked slowly along the path, enjoying my favorite drink. My doctor said that I should walk more so that my back problems do not progress. I was very pleased with myself, because I solved two problems at the same time: walking with my dogs and treating my back.
The dogs were absolutely happy. They ran through snowdrifts, dived into the snow with their heads, left chaotic traces, as if they were painting their abstract picture of joy on a white canvas. Their energy and delight always remind me that happiness is sometimes just an opportunity to run in deep snow. How I would like to go skiing or sledding down the hill. But the whole problem is that there are no slides in my region. And to be honest, I'm just the only one to ski in the woods. If I fall and break something, where can I look for help? Ah, if I had a company for skiing... But, unfortunately, I don't have such friends.
Nevertheless, we had a great walk. No rush, no plans, just in the silence of the winter forest. And, perhaps, such "ordinary" walks are actually not ordinary at all 🤗
