The last descent

The last descent

-Where are you going? Sally asked as she saw her husband hauling the skis and boots to load the car. -Is it not clear? To the Mountain to ski! It’s November 20. The season begins. -But there is no snow, Jim. We are at 68º. This doesn’t look like November;...
Dropping Slow

Dropping Slow

Snowflakes were dropping slowly on my street when I was going to go out yesterday. It had been a frantic morning. I felt stressed and nervous.  My heart was pounding fast, but when I saw the snowflakes dancing in the air, and listened the sudden silence on the street...
fleeting

fleeting

We have had a beautiful weekend. Windy, but sunny. Colourful flowers were already blooming in the park. After a week of constant rains, we thought that we were going to finally have some nice days to walk around and enjoy the view and the city. We even had plans to...
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