Have you ever seen the trees in a spring-winter morning? One of those mornings, when you wake up and outside, is winter, even if yesterday was sunny and spring.
Have you ever seen the trees, black and high, whose life you feel thrilling under the black bark, while they remain sad and resigned in front of the surprising snow?
What will gonna happen with all their spring dreams, flower hopes? Will they find the energy to do it again? Are they ever miss the springs that could have been but who were stopped by a surprising winter?
Greetings from a fresh winter day,