After the long winter, the first pocket of sunshine arrives almost as a gift – I am dazzled.
The stream still carries the memory of cold. The ducks have found a warmer stone than the rest, chests lifted, catching the sun.
After the long winter, the first pocket of sunshine arrives almost as a gift – I am dazzled.
The stream still carries the memory of cold. The ducks have found a warmer stone than the rest, chests lifted, catching the sun.