Even though it is February, and the trees are bare, there is warmth, something so odd for here at this time of year. It is easy to be outside even in the morning. Still no sign of winter's usual turmoil. Almost spooky.
The land, behind the studio, slopes gently down. I like it, like seeing the curve of the earth somehow. And when I sit on the ground, the slate path seems to disappear into nowhere. The sea is down there, and although there are homes in between, from this angle I feel like the forest and sea meet. Out there somewhere. The earth is soft and warm with the scent of dried grass and leaves still left from fall. And the moss has taken over in spots, as it does, until the summer sun burns it off. I love this smell of almost spring earth.
...combined with that unmistakable sea air.
We can hear the geese. They didn't leave this year.
But then again, there is still March.
