Hello dears! Today I went outside and saw ... the first snow this year. The first snow every time happens unexpectedly, no matter how we waited for it, and every time like the first time in my life. No matter how old you are, you're happy as a child, eyes burning, smiling face. Even if you do not like winter, the first snow does not represent for you the longest and coldest time of the year. For me it is a symbol of purity, hope. Yesterday the ground was covered with a carpet of leaves, and today it is wrapped in a white spider web. And snow all goes and goes, covering with a white blanket all this dirt, withered leaves and sadness, all that sadness, that accumulated in the soul. And I look at the snow, and the prospect of something light and joyful. Go snow, go bolder!
Thank you!