hmesker
May 29th, 2004, 10:39 AM
I looked outside and it is sunny, about 20°C and snowing.
The air is filled with fluffy fluff from the poplar trees in our neighbourhood. The fluff twirls and twists, and when it catches a sun beam it rises up like little elfs dancing to their enchanting spells. It is a magical sight.
Snow at the end of May. Who could imagine that?
Harmen.
The air is filled with fluffy fluff from the poplar trees in our neighbourhood. The fluff twirls and twists, and when it catches a sun beam it rises up like little elfs dancing to their enchanting spells. It is a magical sight.
Snow at the end of May. Who could imagine that?
Harmen.