Weather like wine, advice

 "  There is a charm of a landscaoe with at least some nature in it. And if you at some moment look at some tree (maybe it is often more lije a short glance with some of tge landscape and clouds, type of light, feel of the air etc weather like things in it too and especially the season of the year noticed too - an atmospheric second?, and later attention mostly in the landscape and weather like factors), tall grasses or slme other nature in the landscape to see it's style and charm, in which there is some atmosphere of the weathers, a view of living the weathers in a charming way. If one folliws that atmospheric, kind of colour sensations oriented view with the air too somehow observed in it, the weathers, if one folliws such a way of living. And the next moment or after a short while looks again at the beauty of some nature, and finds so an atmospheric way of living the season and the weathers. Is it somewhat lije the weathers like wine, which at first would seem to refer to the charm of spring together with it's birdsong. 

Just wander in the landscape like those atmospheres suggest, admiring the beauty of the nature around, like on a short walk, or in pieces of a few steps, to learn variations according to the beauty of nature and the demands of the weathers. 

It is mostly an impression when watchibg a tree or a beautiful nature view, that someone would walk enjoyably so, in a kind of atmospheric way which senses colours etc enjoyably. And so if one oneself decides to try such, pay attention to such charm in the landscape in the near minutes, it is very enjoyable, or then one did not catch it right, or is not of that type enough - like year around according to such advices of the weathers of just that climate would be good for living there. 

 

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JblNwt0AEFo&pp=ygUKQW5zc2kga2VsYQ%3D%3D

The video's texts brought to my mind someone trying to figure out well affecting medicines, which brought my attempt at such for something in the direction of the weathers in this song of Cat Stevens : a slice of dark bread with a slight layer of butter or oil on it. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cRvXQ2JlTZ4

"Nocturne

Dark wheat bird's song in my ears,
above the wheat seeds full moon;
summer nights happiness is mine,
to a mist dresses themselves the valleys.
I am not joyful, I am not sad or sighing;
but bring to me forest's dark colours,
the red of the clouds to which day vanishes,
faraway sight of a windy hill that sleeps,
the scent of tiny pink flowers and the shadows of lakes;
of these I weave my heart's song.

To you I sing miss, summer grass,
my heart's great silence,
my religion, sing as melodies,
an oak leaves head decoration lush, new.
I am no longer tracing vanishing fake lights,
in my hand happiness's gold,
life's sphere around me gets smaller;
time stops, wind indicator sleeps;
in my front a twilighty road
leads to an unfamiliar cottage."

Eino Leino (My translation)

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