I promise I am also writing in between walks in the woods, but when the light is like this? It would be a moral failing not to go wandering.
These low stone walls criss-cross every hill, which is hilarious to me since I just reread the first few Earthsea books.
Following deer. Not finding any damn deer.
There is no describing the particular quiet of a pine forest.
Once again, BLUE.
I mean, come on.