☆ BEFORE THE MOON GOES TO BED UNDER THE DUVET 🔥❄🌙 ☆
#Mountain#Alps#CozieAlps#AlbergianMountainGroup#3034Meters#EarlyMorning#Sunrise#Nature#ViewfromSestriere#HighChisoneValley#WonderfulLandscape#UnforgetableAtmosphere#MagicalLight#Orange#Red#Grey#DarkGrey#Yellow#SmellofSnow#VeryCold#-18 °c lastNight#Loveit
Light from the top is the best and I am so happy to have this skylight window where I can climb up to - and out to access the rooftop terrace ❤️Even on a cloudy day like this it’s always light and the air filled with the smell of snow so fresh!
Trollvinter (Tove Jansson 1957) i’ve kept this illustration from a favorite childhood book handy as i put the finishing touches on SnowStorm. it pretty much captures perfectly the effect i hope the scent to have - the joy in celebrating Winter. for quite some time, i’ve been thinking of placing SnowStorm in the Secret History Series - and it would certainly fit there as i have MANY memories of Snow. but yesterday as i was looking at this image, i realized SnowStorm has a much better place in the Metamorphosis Series. it seems to me Snow is a perfect metaphor to represent Change and Transformation. so, i’ll need to rejig the labels a bit and Snowstorm will soon appear as #407. #snowstorm#smellofsnow#snow#winter#snowball#metamorphosis#trollvinter#moominlandmidwinter#tovejansson#readytowear#comingsoon@cbihateperfume#herewhatyouseeisnotthepoint
"The falling of autumn leaves must be as magical to me now as it was as a child. It is here in these magical places and moments. The smell of damp earth as the first buddings force themselves upward towards the sun, fighting an ever victorious battle through the hard ground and frost, always magical and never failing to announce the coming of spring. The powerful electricity that flows through the space in and around me, as the cool wind and sudden darkness of a summer storm materialize seemingly from nowhere, other than maybe the mere scent of rain on the air. Now, as the moon renews once again, the rustling of the last leaves as a cold northern wind breaks them free from barren trees, returning them to mother earth upon which they gather and crunch beneath my feet. A reminder that Yule quickly approaches. Bringing with it the deafening silence and peaceful stillness of a freshly fallen snow, blanketing all with a thick layer of magic and radiance of it's own source, illuminating the very spirit of an otherwise dark and mysterious time between the witching hours and faintest light of predawn. These are moments of life, even mere seconds, that hold within them the purest of magic, the essence of time. Turn away and it passes. That moment of reflection and understanding, of inner power and peace, will never return in exactly the same way. But return, they will, as they always have, they are. These moments of magic, feeling and fleeting times that come and go with the spiraling of season, are why I am here, still and for always. They make the worst of life bearable. They bring my spirit close, so close I could reach out just for that moment and intertwine my hands with the hands of the ancestors and incarnations yet to come. The oldest and newest of souls. The ancient and the star child. Here, the light and dark meet, and they are one. We are one. Nothing else matters because everything is perfect as it is. I evolve just enough to live until the next season, and a little more." #seasons#spiralingseasons#magic#summerstorm#fallenleaves#fallensnow#witchinghour#predawn#smellofrain#smellofleaves#smellofdirt#smellofsnow#newmoon#yuleblessings#spirit