Morning in the Lanark woods, pale November sunlight coming through the evergreens, deep pools of shadow here and there.Does it look cold? Among the old evergreens, I was sheltered from the wind and felt warm, contented and at peace, soft light coming through the branches above me, fresh snow crunching underfoot, the perfumes of cedar, spruce, pine and balsam filling the air.
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