...and birds get drunk of red berries...
The sunlight is cold like ice...
Maybe someone dares to eat lunch outdoors...
...rather than staying in the workshop...
...or coming back to the books following your own steps on the snow...
...before the sun dissapears again
...and the rainbow starts shining in the dark
preciosa la nieve... qué bonito es el invierno ahí...!!
ReplyDeleteEs verdad, September! Cuando nieva, la luz escandinava es pura magia :o)
DeletePreociosas postales :)
ReplyDeleteMuchas gracias, Aida!! :o)
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