The colours and textures of the wintering forest. Not as vibrant and lush as spring and summer, but nature makes you slow down this time of year to notice the smaller detailed beauty in the mosses and lichens and the skeletal structure of diminishing bracken.
Trees stand bare and vulnerable to the elements as ponies browse their shoots and branches. Every tree tells a story in their twisted branches, scarred and etched bark, burrs and butresses, and some have eyes that look into your soul!
Just for a glancing moment, the sun pushed through and illuminated the colours of the bare and wintering woodland where I was surrounded by beauty in my heartfelt meander amongst wise old souls.
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