Description of a landscape

It’s a sunny day in February. It’s half past two and I’m sitting on a bench, in a small park surrounded by a road in front of me and on my left side. It separates the park from the town. On my back there are three houses in building process and a hole with space for another one. Finally, on my right hand there is an uninhabited field, maybe it’s waiting for its turn to be occupied by new buildings and families.

The sky is cloudless, with light sky blue color and a blazing sun. The park is all covered by an irregular layer of grass, touched by the breeze, except for a square of sand in the middle.

The grass spreads over the ground with green and light brown areas because of the night frost. Trees are naked and some daisies have grown together announcing the coming spring.

In the square of sand there are some swings made of wood and tires.

Twelve benches are shared around the park and there are some fungus living there, creating a cover with yellow, white and brown stains.

Streetlights now are switched off, waiting for the night, when they will open their eyes.

Small birds are singing loudly, but sometimes their song is lost by the sound of cars and the noises of the trowels.

If I look beyond the road, first of all, I can see some new houses and workshops of the town, an old town that was built on a little hill thousands of years ago. Beyond those houses, there is the town centre with a half Gothic and half Romanesque cathedral on the peak of the land, showing the power that, once, had made this town become one of the most important villages of the region.

Far away, weakly shaped, there are some mountains, hidden under the white snow that, in a few weeks, will start to thaw giving way to the new season.