Not much nature in my life these days.
I reduced my activities to the relationship between work and home and relaxation over the weekend, and I live in a big city, so there is little nature.
If it weren't so and if I were, say, a skier, who spends time in the mountains in the snow and ice, I could probably show you all the beauty, strength and untamedness of COLD with a single photo of nature.
It's COLD in the city where I live.
When it snows and turns the whole city white, I expect it to be cold, but now there is no snow (although there was a month ago when I took these photos).
Today, I can tell it's COLD just by the ice on the windows and roof of the car or by the hats and scarves of the people I meet on my way to work.
Or by my outfit in which I go out into the street.
Whenever I have a hat, scarf and gloves in my hand, it means that the temperature outside is a few below zero, and before I go out into the street I wish there was no wind.
Because when it's cold outside and the wind is blowing, it becomes very uncomfortable.
Cheeks are flushed from the cold, the nose is starting to freeze, and the collar crawls into every pore of the body and breaks through all the obstacles in the form of the fabric you are wearing.
Now it's just cold, there's no wind, so people on the streets are dressed relatively lightly.
If it is cold, they are only shown by the hats they wear on their heads (and someone froze so much that he does not take off his hat even when he is in a heated bus).
