Change

On Thursday, as we walked home through the woods, there was a new smell in the air.
The day was cold and beautiful and suddenly the comforting smell of mushrooms and wet leaves was gone.
Blanka asked me to stop and together we turned our faces upwards under a big fir.
"It smells like Christmas" she said. And it did.
But even more it smelled like winter.
We hurried home in the bright sunlight and lit a fire as we came in.
Friday morning the ground was covered in snow.