Aliseatnu
The mountain birches chime in the northern garden, lulling the mind toward calm, while the watch reports that my heart is beating a hundred and fifty times a minute. The moment distils what all of this is finally about — contrasts. Cold and warm, harsh winter and a growing season of a hundred days in full flower. The beauty of the landscape, the stony fell slopes and the boundless green. A solitary wanderer retreating into silence and the abundance of nature in what you see, what you hear.