To work and back 🤗☀️❄️

Wednesday is #Wednesdaywalk hosted by great @tattoodjay 🌼 who collaborating with the wonderful @elizacheng who is hosting #Makemesmile 🌼

The walk on Wednesday is this time a short walk to work .... the snow was falling a lot, and a little icy rain, so I decided to go to work on foot .. I love the snow and walk on it ...
This morning it was icy and the snow creaked underfoot ... The air was sharp and fresh, the sun was only slightly visible through the clouds .... My impression was one icy morning ... I still enjoyed being surrounded by snow-covered trees and the village ... The road was clean, because the main road connects Belgrade and Vrsac ....(Banat, Serbia)

I'll start by returning home because the sun finally shone and the snow in the village became even more beautiful ... He reminded me of old postcards ....

The center of my village is one of the few that has this tower in the center of the village .... As a mini castle .... It was made during the Austro-Hungarian Empire during the reign of Maria Theresa ... The park is really idyllic ....

View through the fence to the orchard ..

And from work I peeked through the door when the sun was slowly dispersing the clouds ..

One dog wished me good morning ...

And a snowy morning with trees .... A snowy car .... a tree flower ...

The road is frozen and trampled by the footsteps that passed before me .... and one sad song passes through my thoughts .... which I love very much and wrote Djordje Balašević .....

I don't like January

"I don't like January or white winter devils
I see the same traces in every snow
Traces of small feet, number thirty and who knows
How slowly they leave
I don't walk down Dositejeva Street anymore
And I have no idea when someone asks where it is
Those two hundred and six steps along that alley

I never counted
I never looked after you
I never caressed you, I cared
I trampled on your love
He made up a number for everything

I never spared you
And I couldn't stop or stay
What will become of me
My little angel?

I don’t watch movies from the early seventies
Enough of the tears and partings of the unfortunate
Who records such things? There is a very strange world
They cry so easily.

I never looked after you
I never caressed you, I cared
I trampled on your love
He made up a number for everything

I never spared you
And I couldn't stop or stay
What will become of me
My little angel?"

A little more observation this morning and we arrive at the beginning of my journey..

I love walking in the snow, especially when it's snowing .... One winter I could hardly wait for the snow and when it started to fall, I got dressed and walked for two hours while snowflakes flew around me and dressed in my white village ....