First cold

Autumn is here, slowly, gently taking hold of the trees, the sky. The air that I breathe. I love it so much. It’s a time of warm sweaters, of fire and frost. I have a candle burning on my desk as I write this. More candles now. More light in the coming darkness.

I have dreams that I keep in my heart, though I know the world is a fragile place and anything might happen, might change. But what would I do? Without dreams? 

I leave my window open as I write this, happy that I no longer have to close it against the heat, against the noise of construction work down below. The world is falling silent.

I brought with me a picture from Norway, that I bought at one of those cozy, soulful cafes I visited. It sits on my desk now, an image of an autumn lake, dark trees around it, stormy skies.

Lately, I’ve been looking forward to mornings because I feel the best then. My energy tends to run out later in the day. But mornings are fresh and gentle, and I walk more softly through the rooms of my apartment, drinking tea. I like to write and dream, and that too feels like stepping between rooms, between worlds. I try to listen to that quiet voice inside, which needs so much silence to be heard. And a lot of the time it’s telling me something unexpected, something that is wonderful and yet hard to believe. Peace it whispers, but I’m not sure I can let go and believe in it. There are so many things to worry about…


I’ve been reading Deep in the Far Away, which I recommend to anyone who loves beauty, love, magic. This book is very special because as I leaf through it I find flowers between its pages, and messages of love, which I touch, hold onto, like beautiful wishes. I felt a bit teary eyed and stressed out one night, and curled up in bed with this beautiful book, and felt much better. Comforted. I think we can bring some light into the world through the things we create.

Rain and snow 

I’m listening to the rain, singing, singing outside my window, above the mountains. The forest is veiled in mist. I want it to keep raining for a while longer. Somehow it protects me from the world, from myself, wraps me in my own quiet space. It’s like coming back to myself. The sun can ask so much, too much sometimes. Though soon enough, I will long for that too. The other evening I was surprised to see snow on the most distant mountains. They shone white in the gathering darkness, and I was alone in the streets, watching them. I stood there for a time, leaning into that distant cold, feeling it coming closer, closer.  

I become more aware of the light, as the dark season falls slowly, like a curtain onto the world. I step outside and watch the sky, the sun shining through the mist. But I’m not so worried about it here. I don’t have to cling to the light, not knowing when I will see it again. When the sun will show itself again. Here in this place, the sun is warmer, stronger, a more constant presence. I’m not sure why I long for darkness, the cold northern wind. In my mind, it makes no sense. I tell myself it makes no sense. I suppose I will always be longing for something else, no matter where I am.

But the more time I spend in nature, the more walks I take, the more I soften, fall in love with this place all over again. Yesterday I walked in the last bit of sun before it hid behind the mountains. The air was cold, the trees golden at their tips. I sat by the river and saw light reflected in it, saw that black and white bird dive into the water, come back up, dive in again. It would jump onto a rock, dance a bit, then throw itself back into the river. 

I continued walking past sun flowers, moon colored flowers, blushing apples on low branches. I’m held in quiet beauty, here in this place. It eases my longing for the north, though when I found a side path my heart beat with longing, rising towards those dark trees, the darker mountains beyond, the forest. But it only took me to the river, and I could not reach deeper into the woods.

Last night a storm blew outside my apartment, howled in the trees, throwing rain against my windows. I loved it. I sat safely on my bed, reading, writing, listening. Thunder shook the sky. Lightning flashed. Slovenia has the best storms. 

Sharing a song that I’m sure you know, but that will forever make me think of Slovenia. Edelweiss is their national flower. 

And a song that I listen to in the mornings, when I need gentle hope.

8 Comments on First cold

  1. Claire
    September 15, 2017 at 4:24 pm (2 years ago)

    I, too, am ready Deep in the Far Away… I’m reading it slowly… savouring its beauty… I have no desire to rush… I love how we’re tipping into Autumn – a favourite time of year 🙂
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    • Anne Linn
      September 16, 2017 at 3:09 pm (2 years ago)

      I was reading it slowly too….but finished too fast. It’s such a lovely book. Autumn might be my favorite time of year, as well. I love it.

  2. sarah
    September 15, 2017 at 8:07 pm (2 years ago)

    This is so beautiful. I empathise with your longing for north – for me, it is west my heart yearns towards. Even when one lives in a beautiful place, one can not help the heart’s dreaming.

    Thank you for mentioning my book. It brings me immeasurable joy to know it comforted you at a sad moment <3
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    • Anne Linn
      September 16, 2017 at 3:10 pm (2 years ago)

      Thanks for saying that, sarah. I’ve been feeling a bad bit about longing for something else when I’m already surrounded by beauty and many wonderful things.

      Your book comforted me very much.

  3. Ella
    September 16, 2017 at 7:38 pm (2 years ago)

    Beautiful again, Anne Linn. Your writing makes me want to be more aware, and savor life more.

    • Anne Linn
      September 18, 2017 at 11:58 am (2 years ago)

      Thank you, Ella. It makes me so very happy to hear that 🙂

  4. Jodi Sky
    October 2, 2017 at 3:48 pm (2 years ago)

    I am lost in the deep beauty of your descriptions. Autumn is indeed a lovely and dreamy time of year. Blessings to you and happy reading. Sarah writes such magic.

    • Anne Linn
      October 2, 2017 at 5:08 pm (2 years ago)

      Thanks so much beautiful Jodi. I know, it’s amazing to find books like the ones she writes. Like a rare gem.


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