59186 winter walk
Afternoon, a winter walk. In the still air, flakes of snow cling to their slow descent like wistful bits of ash from a disintegrating civilization, coming to rest upon the undisturbed snowfall of the previous night; the first of the winter. The forest is quiet as a library; few birds sing, and for a long time, footfalls and breath are the only sounds. Hidden somewhere in this glade are the mysterious stone rows of Kounov, possibly dating to an Iron-age culture of the Hallstatt period from c. 800-500 B.C.E.