A mind full of fog, hunters, wisps of snow and men running after their ball
Click on the photos to see it bigger. My mind is foggy, drifting between places, traveling and staying. I feel in contrast with the magnificent views and my feelings. The having of an obligation to love summer has made me stubborn. Has made me tell I hate warm weather and how I miss the snow immensely. Is the truth of me making others questioning their own? Or perhaps used of people crying out that summer, the heat is wonderful... I find it even more a dread. Though the air is way better, the pollen here explode due to a short summer. Since in wintertime we only get two weeks off it can't bring me to these magical places. Seeing from so close the hunting: the geese still fighting upside down in both hunters hands and to hear and see the shot hit the most innocent target in the world: beings of an animal kind, I found myself in a crying pain. My daughter hasn't cried like this for such a long time. The cruelty of this world . . . to see really innocent boys (for they think it...