It starts opening slowly, the only sound perceivable is the snow falling.
A Japanese garden is hidden underneath a long winter.
Bared Feet, white dress, i have in my hands a letter carrying a snowdrop from my grandma announcing Springtime once again on the way.
I simply look at the landscape.
Only the beating of the heart.
What if I had only this perfect fragment of eternity-’cause present is eternity- would it be a vivid memory when everything fades away?
I guess I’ll recall it, whenever I’ll be looking for inspiration, whenever winter is about to turn into Spring, and most of all, when the feeling of longing won’t let go.