Snow boots on, bright pink coat, scarf, gloves, glasses, double trousers, and BIKE. This morning, it was a nice ride to school, in the snow, feeling freshened up because of the air and because of the whiteness of the landscape.
Winter is finally there, and I wonder how people in France can live without the snow. I love being cold with the snow: not without. It makes more sense to have winter with fun times whereas just having a greyhish winter, thanks but no thanks.
The sound of snow cracking or squishing under your shoes is also unique and joyful. Silence surrounds the place but the only sound you can distinguish in that silence is your scrunch scrunch scrunch as you walk...
Just so you can see :
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| A view from the office |
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