on the branch of a pine tree
the frozen sun
The walk through the snowed-in forest takes a mere hour, as does the walk home again after work. I should always like it to take longer, and can then imagine myself on a great adventure, traversing the great north. But even in these two daily hours the forest filters scenes of Siberian tales and heroic battles fought between the Finns and Soviets here, who endured months of bitter cold emperatures in the Winter War.