Imagine the sky  as blue as blue with clouds drifting around, some white, some not, but moving all. The trees for the most still bare and cropped, stark in the cool winter sunshine. The leaves of the olive trees audaciously calling out as the wind whips them back and forth against each other. The earth barren and dark, in parts already hibernating for the night. The shadows long, the light starting to glow, as softly it says goodbye for the day.

walks in winter.