Tell me though, have you ever been in a forest in winter? Around January in Belarus, when winter is in full force, everything is white or grey, and even the city colors somehow look washed out, when summer’s just a memory, and nothing in your mind, or in what you see once you look outside, tells you there ever will be a change, nor that spring will follow. Winter is still. It’s static. It’s quiet and numb. So have you ever been to the forest at this time?
Unlike summer, there’re only rare signs of its inhabitants. The air is thick, it would not let the sounds through, and the silence is almost endless.
I don’t put it like it’s a bad thing, no. On the contrary, how often do we find ourselves in the middle of a silent zone? With no string from the outer world reaching out to us? No cars, no radio, no phone calls, no noise from electric appliances, no shops, no commercial, no work, no bars, no people, no people… It feels like your mind is taking a nice bath in soft and comfy silence. All that, with a stunning black-and-white landscapes, and a promise of a hot dinner near the fireplace, once back from your forest meditation.