If winter had a song it would be deep and slow.
A song that gets carried around in coat pockets,
slowly warming cold fingers.
A lone violin, a methodical drum.
Music that gives pause and time for reflection.
A song with the sounds of muffled whispers, crunching footsteps
and grainy long grey shadows.
A solo tune that echoes into the dark night
music that is slowly swayed to in colourful knitted socked feet,
and listened to on plump fluffed up blankets.
cityhippyfarmgirl 
just lovely..x
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Gorgeous post. Those photos are stunning too. Loving the camera?
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Love it! Not what I was expecting this hot summer day.
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Lovely, slightly melancholy words and photos on a day that is very grey and windy at our place!
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Oh Brydie you have just described the quiet dark snowy rainy and windy days we’ve had here…minus the crackling of burning firewood and my painful splinters. Love all the photos and especially the middle how it gives a sense of place.
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Zena I would happily add the crackling sound of burning firewood along to the song of winter…if only I had a fireplace.
(Hope those splinters sort out.)
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Perfect for this winters day. Nice one!
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Again, lubbly jubbly Ms CityHippyFarmgirl and a good reminder to get out there crunching those dry autumn leaves and breathing out that slow winters song in huffs 🙂
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Your images really do show that it’s winter in Sydney. What beautiful words, Brydie and I love how you make time to write – such a discipline! xx
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Beautiful! 🙂 And I need some of what you have, winter is not like this for me at all.
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This is simply lovely 🙂 I recently came across your blog + I’m loving it.
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Thank you Caitlin and hello 🙂
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