I get lost in the noise of winter silence. Invisible snow started to melt… At least, it should be so. Sometimes the sun is shining.
Spring is coming. I already miss the spring flowers. Little miracles of faith.
And at the same time, I miss walking along the coast at sunset time. When the sky turns pink and the slow steps become a rhythm for hair tousled by the wind.
It was a long winter. Not white winter but gray winter. There were long nights. Long mornings.
And there was a lack of heat. But the fireplace gave me warmth for those long evenings.
I am waiting for spring to come…
© Fortune, 2020
Are you looking forward to the end of winter?
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I want to move to Las Vegas for the winter.
I am always patiently waiting on spring.