The grey landscap


When I was living in Ireland, I was not sure about my feelings for that country, for those landscapes, for the clouds and for the rain. All I was seeing were the clouds rolling over my head day and night and a landscape were grey was a constant presence.

No matter the weather giving me a hard time, I did not get intimidated and travelled in all the corners of that little island. But the grey was there, filling up every single memory.

Now that I left Ireland, I realised that today, grey for me means lovely memories.



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