Getting lost in the woods has its reward, places away from people, with hidden gems that invite the senses to continuous enjoyment. Who does not want to get lost in these times? flee from people, from the crowd and from what they call "the usual".
I think about all this, while I see through my window how the snow falls slowly and the fire in my stove; idyllic will say those who return to their cities on Sundays to consume themselves in their work. I chose this, I am not fortunate to have it, if not to be able to choose it.
I will continue lost, whoever wants to already knows how to find me.
Impecable.
Brutal Hugo, menuda pedazo cascada