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White falling over black falling


First proper snowfall today, and I must say that at nightfall it has a special quality: the silence.


Everything is muffled, like there is nobody else in the world, something that at this moment I can enjoy momentarily. Sitting on my coach and looking at the darkness turning white outside, I feel as if the world -at least this part of it- is taking a massive natural pill against all worries, fear, anxiety, doubts and uncertainties, as if the snow could dilute the noisy darkness with its white silence, as if the snow was the blanket and the kiss on the forehead our inner child is craving for when there are no answers.

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