Winter Solstice

The year is coming close to its end. All real, warm colours have disappeared, except the yellow of willow branches and the dry brownish of the reed. 

I made this pictures just on the day of Winter Solstice, when all life seemed to stop, frozen hard. Except the continual buzzing and rushing sounds of the city around this small park, because we, humans never seem to be able to stop for a second.

I guess the scene looks pretty much the same now. But I feel so much fresher. Knowing that days got longer and longer, even if I don't feel it yet, helps. Christmas, the traditional minefield of a typical Hungarian family, being over without any big quarrels helps, too. But consciously inviting the new forces into my life and work on them helps the most.

While I watched these pictures, I could clearly revoke how I felt just a couple of days ago. Tomorrow I should go down again and check, if the difference is really in the eye of the beholder. And because lately, and sadly, this park became my only connection to Nature. And also to go and feed these poor buggers:

Who, by the way, seemed to have much better time than I did, even though spending half their day in icy water, the other on ice.