We see them everyday. Even if there’s fog, later at night it comes out from the blur. I cross it, I’ve even ran on it. it makes the landscape greater at my eyes when I look through the window. I love this giant.
There are many rivers to cross, the song said. I’ve crossed this one so many times it feels I’ve crossed them all.
A bit later then the last one. It seems as if an invasion is about to occur. If none else, at least an invasion of colors into our hearts and soul.