Few days and it will be over.
Few days and I will be back.
Few days and we will be dreaming.
Few days and you will be missing.
Few days and she will go far.
Few days and he will be happy.
Few days and they will be waiting for me again.
Walking arround such a warm way I have been able to think, to remember, to decide, to appreciate. Always alone, with my keys and my half-litter bottle of water. Once with my camera.
Has this morning been the last walk? We will see...
