The clouds were in a hurry today. They moved like on a call. Giving out a radiant white look, they were cumulus on a majestic trek.
I saw the wind too shake the electric wires hanging midair between the sky and the ground.
A green covered landscape peppered my sight with pines trees and a few buildings dotted it with their recently rain soaked streets as well.
Then it suddenly came into view. A single black bird in the middle of all that, being columpiado by the swift and sudden mild-to-fresh nordic winds. He went along and permaneció, swinging.
A few sunrays later, which somehow managed to escape the hold the cumulus had on the horizon above brightned my day as I went about.
I thought about the grass how green it is now and how soon yelllow, browm, beige it will get until all whited out ….