Wintery New York

As I read Maud Newton’s blog today, a post with the title
“Wintry chili, cornbread, writing, agoraphobia”, I found myself longing for winter in New York. Buenos Aires is beautiful, full of spring, warm breezes, colibris, ancient trees, grilled meat and this beautiful accent singing a song that brings my thoughts to Italy. Still, there is nothing like New York. As someone who lives in Paris, I have no reason to complain. It must be one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But New York has it’s own aura, one that I cannot resist. I dream to live there one day, just for a period of time. I’m positive it would be immensely inspiring.