End of snow

Modifié le : 2019/08/06

There were eyes only for it today, so much it made itself desired. Nor did it keep its promis­es for the city, as it always does. We feared twen­ty cen­time­ters, we only had ten, and not in storm mode, but like a cur­tain falling to announce the end.

Win­ter is not offi­cial­ly over. This snow, which sticks soft­ly to every­thing, announces the arrival of hot days.

So, we want to admire this ephemer­al foam, since it cleans the air for spring. I thirst for dif­fer­ent days, espe­cial­ly if they incline a pub­lish­er’s heart to make advances to me.