Here is just a fantastic light, strong, almost blinding, which does little winter if it were not for the sharp, dry air that forces us to put a warm jacket and a lot of cocoa butter lips to feel good outside.
we look for the ants in the garden but still unseen, are the warmth in the ground.
The season is still incomplete, according to the calendar, yet already we see the first hints of spring coming. And then I tell myself that that "there are more between seasons," it's not true. Oh yes, I am here in search of winter but I still find little about, aside from the brisk air. So I say to you that maybe we are all right halves of this season, and that perhaps all this running makes us wake up and all of a sudden we realize that we are already in the middle of the next one! Let's stop then try and see, nature does not care about us and our racing. Reclaim our time in between.
I must admit that if I did not pawn every week with this A Season: Winter , Well, maybe not elaborate on many details. And you?
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