|11.11.13 at 11:11 in front of the church of Barrancoueu Lest we forget|
It snowed all night and the morning view was something of a surprise. Yes, I know that it had been snowing the night before, but so often a few evening snowflakes fail to fulfill their mission, especially during a mild autumnal spell when one wakes up to the same view that had faded into the sunset the previous evening, the snow an temporary flirtation with winter and nothing more, leaving the weather to continue its gradual seasonal decline. Not this time, this snow meant business. The sky remained grey, heavy with precipitation and the white carpet continued to thicken as I stood watching from the window. I had been right, winter has arrived.
|up there in that tiny village|
|the following morning|