Winter Sighs

One of my favourite things to do is experience nature (as well as trying to do justice to their beauty with the photos I take, hence the photos). I especially love looking back on the photos I've taken of trees. There is just something so mysterious about them; I can easily take the whole day off just to sit in front of my window, watch the trees sway side to side, and create little stories about the trees while finishing cups and cups of tea. 

Take for example the tree right below: it caught my eye as I was walking to my usual bus stop one day. Every tree around was a colour of a brownish Castleton green, while this specific one (middle) was a distinct dark Persian green. I honestly felt a bit of guilt, wondering how on earth this odd tree never caught my attention before. It gave me a sense of eeriness, especially on such a grey day. But it was an awesome shot of adrenaline sort of eeriness, like sudden goosebumps across my skin. It was such a weird experience, I really can't do it justice with my limited capacity with words. 

Nature surprised me with a harsh snow storm one morning, and my day was literally made before 12:00 pm. 

I'm just over-blessed to be able to see these plants on a daily basis. When the time's right, they give me the simplest yet surprisingly most elegant explosions of inspiration. Call me a hippie-tree-hugger, and I'll rightfully accept it. They're just amazing to have around, AND they provide me much of the oxygen that I need, amongst other things, anyway. So worth my time and breaths to admire their beauty.