There are so many things... The wounds left by a passionate love, the ones outside and the ones inside (in a way, I envy Yin). The gifts, the smiles, the poetry, the reminders: our inner light, the Christmas lights, a visit to Germany. What can I tell you?
Thank you
Good morning,
Thank you. Is it cold there? Here the sky is grey and the temperature has dropped a bit, but no warm clothes are needed. I'm going to make myself a coffee with milk to warm up. I'm going for a walk.
Why do you envy Yin in a way, because nothing stops him? Or because he has a nurse? 😅
Good afternoon, I take it for granted that you are already out for a walk, and I take it for granted that despite the cold it is being entertaining, to say the least. It's pretty cold here, I think, I just finished work.
And about envy, I hadn't thought about the nurse thing, but it's possible . But, what I envy the most is the passion. I leave you a picture of my office.
Hug.
Hola 😃. ¡Flores!
A hug in return and my best wishes for a good rest.
Passion, yes, it is beautiful and dangerous. But more beautiful than dangerous, I would like to think so.
La pasión es bella, y es vida.
Buenos dias!!
🌞☕
Pásatelo bien 👋😃
Voy saliendo 🚴♀... casi... Gracias, @enraizar. Tú también pásalo bien.