Images and text by: Corey Amaro
Yesterday it snowed.
Like dusting sugar powder on a cake.
As the minutes passed, the dusting gave way to icing.
Snow in Provence is like having your cake and eating it too.
It only lasts a day or two.
Sweet but no snowman.
Watching the snow fall on the garden chair was like watching the hand of an artist painting.
Adding just the right amount of color, capturing the light, steady strokes…
Our courtyard became a winter wonderland, if only for a day.
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