Childhood snow
This was the time when the snow in December was gathering his golden crystals in the firmament of heaven. We were going to my brother and me by e r s i feel humble flush out surprised sparrows. Christmas framed these festoons of mingled joy and impatience with placid and relatives. The frosts of winter swirled around in the Garonne valley to prepare a white virgin procession former as the noisy street youth to leave school. Our escape away from home by the immaculate fields were taking bravura arias when other larger birds and stronger étamaient bare trees. These childhood memories from the parental home or on our walks I remember the light reflections games. White glow of the rising day, light lunch, slow agonizing last rays of sun light in our eyes wide open ... We also apprehend time in its duration or in its flow with these imperceptible moments of brightness which surrounds it. Our past harmonizes even in our heart of hearts of these milestones and strengthened in our memory. We keep these remote ages sweetness dating back to ourselves and sometimes to return back from the depths. So while expensive regions moments resolved resurface one bound for empanacher this nostalgia and conducive to presumed innocence mood.
For our memory I would say conforms to two different pins. Often indeed situations stain the first city index. Feelings often combine with another of our senses, hearing for which speech and music are the second. How many times a given period is exhumed at the hearing of a musical piece ! When we returned to the snowy countryside, the pallor of the day and the cold outside crowned our palaver of the strongest, the m eilleur and ... What about this metamorphosis, this set of lights between daytime whiteness and colorful shivering household around the glittering tree, silence outside, the noisy warmth of home ? As far as I remember to sign our winter childhood this aspect hypermnesia when I type a toy handed me my brother, occurrent phenomenon perhaps to capture diverse realities in their sensory oppositions.
These short transient escapes the " outside "The approach of the holiday season, I pursued a sweet child r é rebellion in the winter. It can not come as much patience, frantic race to the landscape or inventiveness that to complete a dream, always draw a new adventure. Then the new spring and danced along an inalienable and imperturbable order to the next foaming walls. How to combine all those memories thought the heart of childhood coloring otherwise green and an ocean Britain, heights and expensive Pyrenees resources, sounds, noises, the various elements that entrench a season ?
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