Last year at this time I was going slightly mad. What else is new, eh?
Here he is, unassuming, innocent, spotted and shot from far away for being a novelty. I lacked impulses so much that five minutes with a man on the roof meant the world to me.
And this year that I could go anywhere, I don’t. My wings have been clipped.
In Slovenia roofs are pointy. There is snow. Probably that’s why I was so impressed.
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