The Watchman

Do you know when sickness and fever recede in one night? Breathe deeply and easily in the morning. So sometimes winter recedes. In an instant, the trees burst into flowers, the air no longer burns with cold. The head is filled with ideas, and the chest with love.

I would like to devote my next work to these feelings.

It was one of those evenings. I was walking home along a gravel street, stepped in a puddle, but the water no longer seemed icy. He was smiling, as he was coming from an important and pleasant meeting. I saw a light in one of the windows of a small factory. Maybe a watchman?