The Cubes of Memory

I'm glad of the colors amid a gray day in Llanes. I like colors and joy, so I like this corner of Asturias. I say pick a cube, and I prefer apples, the symbol of cider that I like. I chose the happiest and most colorful cube. We laughingly discussed how the cube are painted and why there are still some to paint. Meanwhile, ocean waves are scrambling to get to my cube and the wind blows between the gaps of our embrace.