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Dropping Slow


Snowflakes were dropping slowly on my street when I was going to go out yesterday. It had been a frantic morning. I felt stressed and nervous.  My heart was pounding fast, but when I saw the snowflakes dancing in the air, and listened the sudden silence on the street only broken by the kids giggles, my mood changed instantly. I calmed down. I think I smiled. What’s the secret of the fresh snow? Why are snowflakes dropping so relaxing? Even later, when I was struggling to keep my balance on the slippery streets, I continued smiling. I was enjoying the view of my city transformed in a tale town by the snowy white blanket. My stressful day had turned in a pleasant evening.



Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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