Day 143 Nature

I went to the last hunting of the year with dad. This is something we do every winter. Getting up early in the morning, walking on fields and in woods, picking up the pheasants and breathing in the fresh country air. The fog hovered over the blackness of the earth and hid amongst the trees. Over the fishing lakes the skein looked like dots on a giant, white canvas. I used to go hunting with dad every Saturday when I was little, copying him and having almost the same hobby of my own on cold winter days. Chasing pheasants in ditches covered with reed and getting stuck in woods amongst weed taller than me. Nature.