Over there. While here…
Over there And here – the last day of 2015
Aloneness over there. And here.
Over there the snow has finally stopped and spring has arrived. Here it is early summer.
There it is still snowing.
There, is it definitely winter, with temperatures below freezing and the first snows. Here, it is suddenly much colder, that wet cold that seeps into your bones, but the leaves are still resolutely clinging to the trees, and there is a last, mad, dash of colour.
There it had been raining; here the rain was threatening.