New Year, new me
Winter arrives touching the city with the shades of gray, the palette of nature in its decline. One day, the sunlight gets paler, the sky whiter, and the colors all around us lose the brightness of the summer days.
I was born in a tropical country. The sun shines the whole year, the weather is very nice, not too dry, not too humid. There is a month or two where there are naturally occurring fires in the woods, on a daily basis, due to the heat and brightness of the sun. In general, any day would make a great beach day unless it rains. And when it does rain, it actually pours. I like to think that nature in Venezuela is always a feast for the imagination, exaggerate, voluptuous, giant, convoluted. Fertility is everywhere, at any moment, with a vibrant renewing energy that expands to the hearts of the inhabitants.