It is a pity that the first snow in the cities is often not welcome.
Yes, I know, the traffic is slower, puddles are all around, everyone is nervous and no one is really glad cause it's finally snowing.
It melts faster, streets aren't covered longer than a few hours and these traces are rare to be seen, but today is a Sunday and I guess everyone rather admires it from a cozy and warm room.
Dog owners still have to peek outside.
The first impression.
I'm not the bravest to go out today either, maybe I'll dare tonight when the puddles become icy.
No nudity allowed, love when the snow covers bare branches, all that whiteness.
Neighborhood Pelargonium
This balcony is filled with flowers until late autumn, now only the strongest are left.
Who else jumped out of bed as a child when they saw the first snow?
-Me, indeed. I was able to spend the whole day outside, till nightfall.
The atrium of the building, which no one ever enters.
It has great acoustics, during the quarantine, someone regularly played "No man, no cry".
Bunch of snow on the wall!
And windows...
I do also stalk random passers-by.
"Hello from the INSIDE.
Let's hope that the snow will last and that I will have the opportunity to peek outside because I really like the cracking of the snow under the feet and all those snowflakes that tickle while melting.
Thank you
@monochromes, this is my entry for the #monomad challenge, and thank you all for your time and interest in what I do 馃檶