A walk among snowy trees – Watercolour in a Watercolour Moleskine

My mind tends to wander during these walks in the snow. Its quite magical – in small dozes. I’m always happy to get back indoors and warmed up again. While “breaking a new trail” earlier I recalled some of the poems of Robert W. Service. This is from “The shooting of Dan McGrew”

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —
Then you’ve a hunch what the music meant . . . hunger and might and the stars.

Quite evocative, Eh! Now to put you further in the mood for cold walks get a copy of Jack London’s – “To build a fire”. This will make you appreciate the warm indoors. Although Edinburgh is not as isolated as the Yukon it certainly feels as cold at the moment. A happy and warm New Year to you all.