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.