Here in the mountains I visit my uncle in every season. His house is a holy oasis for me. It is hard to put into words how beautiful winter in the Black Forest is.

Here in the mountains I visit my uncle in every season. His house is a holy oasis for me. It is hard to put into words how beautiful winter in the Black Forest is.
Every morning I get up, have a cup of coffee, sit on the terrace and see a magical white valley. Peace of mind - Soulfreedom. During the day I wander through the mountains, visiting other people in their houses and drinking tea while talking about simple things like the weather, friends, relatives and life.

In the evening, I collect the wood together to make a fire in the beautiful stove.
As I write this text I have decided to drive to him again.

Life can be so beautiful. I wish you all the best and hope to meet you in the mountains one day !

Sometimes I wonder if it is better to go to the countryside and then I ask myself what is right and what is wrong? Then I ask myself, is there really right or wrong?
And then I realize that I think way too much instead of enjoying this beautiful moment, what I'm going to do now. cheers 🤙