In my memories there are mornings where you could literally smell the snow. Crisp mornings filling your lungs with cold and wet air at every breath.
It’s been 2+ months since it last rained. I guess. I don’t even remember the last time drops fell from the sky.
An unexpected drought here, in this time of the year. It’s still cold at night but the air is dry and the river is slowly disappearing.
Few days ago I took a walk along the river bank, kicking up the dust, as I was passing by in between two meetings. Where did the water go? What to do when there are no more tears to cry?
It’s been 2+ months since it last rained. I guess. I don’t even remember the last time drops fell from the sky.
An unexpected drought here, in this time of the year. It’s still cold at night but the air is dry and the river is slowly disappearing.
Few days ago I took a walk along the river bank, kicking up the dust, as I was passing by in between two meetings. Where did the water go? What to do when there are no more tears to cry?
Roccapietra, February 8th, 2022.
