Note: This post is in fact the continuation of an old post (Beautiful Restera - a walk along the Sile River) in which the winter aspect was missing.
So, I chose to write a new post, for adding probably the most the most reflective season, the one that invite to the meditation: Winter
Winter needs to be heard, rather than told, so I prepared this story for you
There is not a big apparent difference, walking along the river, between Autumn and Winter, @FaridTDF, @JavieraAu, so you have to pay attention to the small details.
Evening is coming earlier, so the view starts to become undefined
The birds are looking for a bit of heat
Even the grass, in front of the old Venetian Villas along the river, seems to loose color
A single person is running along the river, no one is on the “restera” now. Silence is the word
Also the rusty boat, that seems to jump, autside of a sea of dry shrubs, is silently screaming
The boats, and the small houses of the birds, are waiting for the springtime to come
Then, in a few minutes, the sun is moving down
And the temperature immediatly drops. A new friend is coming, soft, undefined, moving slowly.
We call it “fog”. Wet and cold, is touching your body, and you cannot see what is in front of you, while the sky is clear and bright, and the moon seems to be so close that you can touch it.
The cat, on the shadow of the trees, is lighted only by a moonray, while the night is coming
So, goodnight, in a winter’s night. Springtime will come soon
Ermes
