He thought about the spring when the light clouds would fly to the gulf, when he would plant primrose and hyacinths on the ancient balcony. Propping himself on an elbow, he looked out of the window, where the fine snow clouded the horizon of the first day of the war.
Nelly Shulman lives and writes in Berlin.
I like the way you contrasted the beauty and the battle.
Thank you!
Beautiful and thought provoking
Thanks!