On a misty morning, early, the horses were galloping in the field. Triggering each other they went from one side of the field to the other.
We stopped at every fence protecting the breeding-area and watched the birds through the binoculars. It was a true feast for the eyes because we have seen many species.
News has a kind of mystery;
When I shook hands with Chou En-lai
On this bare field outside Peking
Just now, the world was listening
This morning it’s white on the fields because of the snow. I read that it snowed a lot in other parts of the country. Here there was just some mild snowing going on.
Animals sit well with the Buddha. Bear likes to be in his presence.
Inside it’s warm. Outside it’s cold and wet, misty and grey. I’m happy all Christmas shopping has been done and I can just go and see a few episodes of Dexter’s season 7.
White clouds in a blue sky over the green field.