This is where I live. This is what it looks like early in the morning, when the sun slowly crawls over the land, closer, closer, I saw her from my window.
I woke up really early, maybe a premonition, I knew that I had to talk a walk. To welcome her. Early, early, early birds all over the place, such a sweet commotion, see, wilderness dwellers know about frost. I know about frost. I know a lot about frost. Frost can be kissed and cheered, fare well awful rain and deep dark, oh frost I love thee…
Such a spectacle. Such joy. Gone be the density of the world, welcome clarity, ravens flew above my cabin, to wake me up, wake me up, will you. I tried to capture the ravens with my technical eye but ravens are smarter than lenses and mechanics, they have a sixth and seventh and an eight and a ninth sense. Now you see them. Now you don´t.
So I walked down to the lake and it was blue and pinkish today. The mountains where dark blue and misty, these are my dark blue and misty mountains, you live behind them, south, these are my dark blue and misty fences.
And this is the world I live in. Upside down. Reaching.
I call this place birchville, I call this place inaccessible for those without faith