"A narrow path winds through the snowdrifts along the fence."..
we have summer here, the heat is under 30, what are the snowdrifts here? They are not even "fierce" here in winter.
Roads here are many different, as well as fates. There are some that are wide and beautiful, with specially planted flowers. Not just in a row, but with intent.
There are also some that are tiled. Nothing is ordinary, but what a view they offer. The distance is blue and the sea is Black. I don't want to leave here.
There are also urban roads. Well-groomed and limited by tubs.
And then there are roads for the chosen. This one, for example. Here you can not walk at all, just go, only on a bike.
All these roads were made by people. Maybe that's why they're so different...
