Hello to all
A unique season where nothing changes. It's not nice. Every season you prepare for, and that makes me feel good. Then winter, with the snow falling on the windowsills and seeing the animals outside while you drink a glass of mulled wine... it's something you have to try, and then you look for it again.

We are getting snow and ice in North Carolina, we are not use to it, or want it.

Hello.
What does the second photo show?
Lucky you have snow.
They predicted snow would come here too. I wish!!!
The noises subside and you walk like on cotton wool.
Have you some news for your problem?

Hello.
Thanks for the photo. It's a shame the trees are a uniform mass. Could you take a photo using a longer exposure time? And perhaps the shutter speed a little more closed?

Hello.
Good moorning.
Thank you for the picture
E' uscito un po di sole da questo cielo così grigio---- l'inverno cittadino è un ricordo ormai lontao.

Have you some news???

Hello.
Goor moornig
How are you?

Good evening.
How are you?

Good moorning.
You like music. This song has been with me since 1976.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96bo_uVkZpE

Hello.
How are you?
What is a note if not a moment of melancholy
when you're young and the universe is yours alone

and in your heart live the strangest temptations
and the most tender follies

the music goes on and leaves you sad, sadder and sadder
the music goes on and leaves you alone to die,
how many ways can you call it love?
You fall in love with the most beautiful woman
you'll always remain yesterday's child
looking for a better day

My friend, never leave me alone again
you'll realize that music is neither joy nor pain
but it's more, much more, more
And my music takes you by the hand
and blends into the morning light
like a sweet moonless serenade
runs to open a window facing the sun
and of a love when it's born when it's alive
it will sing you its color, its breath
This music of mine takes you by the hand
with the words you've always dreamed of and that not even you can say anymore
how many ways can you call it love?
It will be a gesture, a smile, a name
it will be A sincere friend
who reflects himself in your poetry
And you are no longer alone in your dream
How many ways can you call it love?
Look for it in the smile of your freedom
Look for it among the pages of your madness
And if you find it, don't let it go
My friend, you will never be alone again
You will realize that life is neither joy nor pain
But it is more, much more, more
And my music takes you by the hand
And blends into the morning light
Like a sweet moonless serenade
Runs to open a window facing the sun
And of a love, when it is born, when it is alive
It will sing to you its color, its breath
This music of mine takes you by the hand
With the words you've always dreamed

That you can't say anymore, not even you, not even you