Warmth on the village roadside

It was a cold winter morning, cruising at 20 kms at ground level, on a scooter.

I was invited to warm myself on the roadside by a farmer and his lady at their fireplace.

The fire was hay, dried wood, stick and leaves.

It was just a minute, but the warmth lasted to be shared to you.

It was a cold winter morning, cruising at 20 kms at ground level, on a scooter.

I was invited to warm myself on the roadside by a farmer and his lady at their fireplace.

The fire was hay, dried wood, stick and leaves.

It was just a minute, but the warmth lasted to be shared to you.