Dark November days still feel more colorful then for example, a day in march.
This cold light always had something poetic for me. Especially in the morning.
Felt happy taken a walk in the forest this morning. Everything was so mysteriously beautiful.

This is my day off this week and i feel like look at some Art, bake something and enjoy this cold day with a good tea or coffee.
Pretty sure, this is not my last post this day


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