A few snowflakes brush our faces and melt before touching the ground. We are not sure, where they came from. The patch of sky above us is translucent blue. Across the loch, clouds hover above the snow-capped peaks. Perhaps they travelled from there, on the wind.
crossing the bridge
the sound of spring
in flowing water
© Xenia Tran
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a peaceful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
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