Seldom so cold and clear here in December
Text and drawing by Frits Ahlefeldt
We had backpacks with warm tea and met in out where the road ends and the paths starts
Many of us hadn’t hardly seen each other for long, maybe a year. Because of the pandemic, or because of the way time slips away… It didn’t matter, we were together again, catching up, laughing and walking on the fine snow and on the low, sometimes slippery paths.
Heading up towards the hills while the sun slowly colored the late afternoon in winter colors
Keywords: logbook, diary, notes
Log, text and illustrations by Frits Ahlefeldt. FritsAhlefeldt.com