The Danger of Spring

It was supposed to be winter, but the day was unseasonably – and unreasonably, I might add – mild, even warm. The sun shone, the sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy, the snow was melting, the squirrels were happy, children were running, trees were breathing fresh air, flowers rose their little purple heads, the ice on the lake began to crack, and Lisa, who wanted to go skating one last time, really did so.

cracked_ice_2

Links:

Advertisements

About Andreas Moser

Travelling the world and writing about it. I have degrees in law and philosophy, but I'd much rather be a journalist, a spy or a hobo.
This entry was posted in Fiction and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to The Danger of Spring

  1. Pingback: The Danger of a Beautiful Day | The Happy Hermit

Please leave your comments, questions, suggestions:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s