Eye of the soul

And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.

303bookworm:

stepping stones into the sunset (by Ray Wise)

I can imagine going back home to the village after reading a book in a meadow uphill :)

(via jennifer-ruth)