Sky in grey
We were surprised for the (lets hope) last snow this year. Nordic spring, still cold, dirty snow, streets covered in mud during the day and ice during the night. Also a few sunny days that make us believe the worst is over when a small night snow fall, bringing us back to march I go out to the baranda with a cup of the, to enjoy the white landscape and I smile thinking in other latitudes where spring is already in. Dumped wet and momentary on a dull ground that’s been clear but clearly sleeping, for days. Last snow melts as it falls, piles up slush, runs in first light making a music in the streets we wish we could keep. Last snow. That’s what we’ll think for weeks to come. Stubborn calendar of bone. Last snow. Now it must always be so. H.E.Erdrich Nos sorprende la que esperamos sea la ultima nevada del año. Así es marzo, entre