345/365 – Daily rising

landscapes

Due gradi stamattina. Orecchie, naso e mani, gridavano vendetta… tranquilli la prossima volta guanti e berretto non me li toglie nessuno.
Però osservo la danza della nebbiolina che si alza dai prati, una languida fuga che termina sempre tra gli spiragli del sole mentre il bramito dei cervi si spande nella valle… anche oggi ne è valsa la pena…

Two degrees this morning. Ears, nose and hands, shouting revenge … quiet the next time gloves and hat not me takes them off anyone.
But watch the dance of the mist rising from the fields, a languid escape that always ends in the cracks of the sun and the roaring of the stags is spreading in the valley … it is worth it even today …

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