Ponavadi bi začel z meni ljubko pesmico Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, ki jo je napisal Robert Frost. Eh, ja, pa dajmo tudi danes:

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Nekateri so ga komaj čakali, sneg namreč, jaz malce manj. Vendar sprehod po neskončni preprogi diamantov, ki prav prijetno škripajo obsijani z zelo močnim decembrskim soncem je neskončno lep!

2 Responses to Sprehod po snegu

  1. Luka pravi:

    Ajfoun?

  2. arnela pravi:

    ma kje si našel toliko snega? definitivno moram v hribe :) lepo…

    lp

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