The mild cold of winter approaches, encapsulating the last molecules with the floral essence of Lavender and Rockrose. November begins, the date is approaching. Time passes and the day-to-day is recorded in each ring of the Mountain Cypresses. Each one greyer and colder. El Escorial entrenches itself more and more against the mountainside. The grey mixes with white and suddenly the granite emerges under the green blanket, silencing all the scents and the forest seems to fall silent.
Inside, in the shelter made of the mountain itself we fight off the cold with the sound of the logs burning in the fireplaces, soft noises that smell like wood. Sheets of paper and pinecones start the fire, while the other sheets immortalize Walls as physical evidence of the tree. Its slow passing as it sustains last month’s information and advertising.
Miler Lagos