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It’s not cold outside. It’s not summer as I wish it were, but at least, we’re not in the ”minus-somethings”.
But I know it’s only one of those moments of delight before the storm hits. It’s like things get suspended in time and form. Birds come out to sing. Water drips from the icicles on the porch roof. Each drop falling sounds like spring.
Mais un 20 centimètres s’en vient remplir le ciel et les rues. Mon ”amour” de l’hiver anticipe la descente de tout ce blanc. Je pourrais essayer d’en profiter. Qu’est-ce que je risque après tout? D’avoir froid? Ça ne sonne pas si terrible en ce moment. Probablement parce que c’est si doux dehors.
It’s all a question of perspective. I like to change my perspective once in a while. Every year I try to change that one anyways. Not much of a success since I’m back at it again this year! But I try.
A post about snow. How deep can you go? 
Luv
K
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