The sun on the snow. I do not slide down attenzioe Mompissano away.
A title is a bit 'to Ozu.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year. Each year, arrived at this point, I feel a sense of relief, like a swimmer reaches the mark and is preparing to go back (and I among others I can not swim). It matters little if the real winter starts only now and the days will almost invariably dark and cold for a long time. The mere fact of knowing that today will not fall again in the evening before yesterday, I cleared.
A title is a bit 'to Ozu.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year. Each year, arrived at this point, I feel a sense of relief, like a swimmer reaches the mark and is preparing to go back (and I among others I can not swim). It matters little if the real winter starts only now and the days will almost invariably dark and cold for a long time. The mere fact of knowing that today will not fall again in the evening before yesterday, I cleared.
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