Status Updates From The Woods in Winter

So different the furrowed middlebrows I’m used to. It’s colder, harder with sharpe corners, but the bond and the feelings are also stronger and more infectious.

Simple sentences like “the sunlight of ten minutes to seven, pretending that it’s ten minutes to eight, shone cheerfully in the cottage window.” can seem pedestrian, but placed in the right context, it brings so much more feelings and atmosphere.

Feels like the joke is on me: everything is in dialect, characters are named Neb and Nobby and the main character goes by Ive (which is not I’ve)