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( dream fragments )

The light can be incredible here in winter, cold and clear; when I drove out the morning sun dipped everything in gold, reflected on windows, traffic signs and wet roads, bringing out intense colours in everything; hills lightly dusted with snow already. The further west I drove though, the more overcast it became, when I arrived at the stables it was snowing already quite hard. Dragged a horse that looked at me like I was insane out for an half hour walk through 15 cm of fluffy new snow; romantic, if kind of exhausting - for me, that is; scrambling through old leaves and branches across uneven ground covered by snow; snow getting into my DocMartens and everything...

Three hours of work, some horribly annoying customers; and I still haven't decided whether I should attend the company Christmas party, which has been scheduled for the 23rd, of all days.

I'm so very tired already, and haven't been sleeping enough either, but I'm somehow reluctant to spend so much of what little time I still have left for myself sleeping...