I have already said several times. The light makes me sorely lacking in this time of year. But now we have spent Sainte Luce, the patron saint of light, and already in my head, a micronésime change is taking place ... Uh ... does not look that word I just invented. Something halfway between infinitesimal and microscopic. In short we are going to summer ... You have the right to make fun of my optimism canary. Yes, canary. In the sense of silly. We can say that I am a serine serene. I know the days will get back to lengthen, the planet will slowly reverse angle and in a few days, my recliner is exactly in the sun to nap time. Behind the window, eh, not outside, do not exaggerate! Exit the neighbor's tree that makes me from the shadows for two months. Beneficial rays will cherish my skin delicately through the windows, warm myself as an old cat, my cells will recover to wriggle, they take their daily dose of photons, yay, hallelujah! It'll be good. ♪ ♫ ♪ It does not take much to be happy, ♫ ♫ ♪ la la la la la la la ... ☼
hack photo: Celestine
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