karen0205
from lwb:
IX - The Hermit
As winter approaches, Old Bear lumbers along in
the cold. He seeks the road concealed by the snow and moves cautiously; he does not speak, but thinks: "I will carefully follow my own footsteps because a fiamiliar path is the safest."
The colors are dark and it appears to be night, when it's hard to follow the path. He's alone in the dark with only the little light. He's looking down like he's looking at the lamp to lead him the right way. There is one little star in the sky so the night is not all black, maybe he will get to where he is going but it will be a bit of a struggle.
IX - The Hermit
As winter approaches, Old Bear lumbers along in
the cold. He seeks the road concealed by the snow and moves cautiously; he does not speak, but thinks: "I will carefully follow my own footsteps because a fiamiliar path is the safest."
The colors are dark and it appears to be night, when it's hard to follow the path. He's alone in the dark with only the little light. He's looking down like he's looking at the lamp to lead him the right way. There is one little star in the sky so the night is not all black, maybe he will get to where he is going but it will be a bit of a struggle.