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Silent windows on the town.

Synchronicity

At least this year my balcony is in phase with the woods.

Choices

Some hang on a stand, while others prefer to stand out.

The River - I

We thought we couldn't waste the first Saturday of sunshine after months of endless rainfalls pushing a trolley and queueing up at the cash of a shopping mall. So we set sails and went out, along the river: not far, nor close, just enough.

It was there

Spring, slowly comes in, one day after the other, without asking for permission, without notice. One day, sipping your coffe you cast your sight over the wall and realise it was already there, patiently waiting on the shelf of your kitchen.

Petrified

Then, one day you open your eyes again and find yourself petrified behind the glass of a display case in a sort of decaying museum, unable to move or speak, unobserved and unheard. But the worst thing is that you can't explain why it happened and how.