Icy wind

You can’t see it, but at 9 there was an icy wind blowing over the pond. But I liked it: I was enjoying the brown of the reeds, against the blue of the water, the green on the fence guiding the gaze to me, the light and the shadow on my naked body. A few seconds in nature: my real presence allowed me to perceive the mild warmth of the sun and the whip of the wind: that also was nature. Not being so stupid to catch a cold, but enough to understand – through my body first – that nature is a whole: beautiful colours and landscape and unpleasant temperature and wind. So: every season has its reasons to perceive how nature really is. Our body knows it.

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