Sometimes - I wish it was more often, but we cannot manage it - I and a good friend of mine, we go out of the city on Sundays. Mountain walks with two dogs :)Last Sunday we went to Plana and fortunately there was snow - not much but enough to feel the winter. My dog Dara got crazy - she loves snow almost as much as I do :) It was foggy and she is not very very brave so sometimes she would just freeze and stare in the mist, trying to see if somebody isn't coming.
Last Sunday we headed towards another mountain range - the weather wasn't good, I almost felt it didn't like us.
Everything was grey and sad. Just like somebody has killed all the colours - quietly and it passed unnoticed. You look around and you see the face of the sadness. And the wind - blowing angrily at us... But Dara was extremely happy, she was running and jumping all the time. She found a river and jumped in it, drank icy water and was very proud of herself. It was very funny because shortly afterwards (it was cold) her wet ears and hairy legs were decorated with icicles that she was wearing all the morning.
Last Sunday we headed towards another mountain range - the weather wasn't good, I almost felt it didn't like us.Everything was grey and sad. Just like somebody has killed all the colours - quietly and it passed unnoticed. You look around and you see the face of the sadness. And the wind - blowing angrily at us... But Dara was extremely happy, she was running and jumping all the time. She found a river and jumped in it, drank icy water and was very proud of herself. It was very funny because shortly afterwards (it was cold) her wet ears and hairy legs were decorated with icicles that she was wearing all the morning.
The forest was wonderful - it was like an enchanting place out of a fairy-tale. There were some thrones - I bet the king of the forest likes sitting there and listening to the silence. Brown leaves covered the soil - soft and thick like a precious carpet. Hundreds of colourful pebbles made me think of a huge treasure-house, scattered everywhere around us. You just have to find the right pebble.
The river offered whimsical ice statues - entrances to a hidden world of small tiny people with clever eyes and fine manners who live underground all summer and come out during the winter. They make snow castles and ice palaces, they give balls in crystal caves where the light dances on million ice surfaces.In the distance Baba peak was rising over everything.
Very adventurously we walked into a swampy field 
and when it was time to go back we had to cross a river over a very natural bridge - it was scary, brrr!
At the end - click! I have enough of taking photographs, I think it's about time someone to take a picture of me ;)
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