1.0Le Mouchinghttps://lemouching.com/en/Cyril Kamirhttps://lemouching.com/en/author/cyrilkamir/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="5qWUAOq28T"><a href="https://lemouching.com/en/2012/12/jazz-line/">JAZZ & LINE</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://lemouching.com/en/2012/12/jazz-line/embed/#?secret=5qWUAOq28T" width="600" height="338" title="“JAZZ & LINE” — Le Mouching" data-secret="5qWUAOq28T" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://lemouching.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Outside it is pouring rain. It is so cold. The mountains are white already and soon the rain will turn to snow. It’s the ideal time to dream. Here by the fire, warm and comfortable. To remember those warm summer evenings when we go down to the river, to remember the feeling of those fish slippering beetween our fingers. Soon. The snow is falling now, I cannot see the moutains anymore. salmosalar.lt