Going outside in the winter in severe frost, you don't know where you can get to.
It is unknown which door will be open, and where you will be greeted by an angry dog barking.
Perhaps someone is waiting for a traveler to appear frozen on the road.
But for what purpose?
Should I treat you to hot fragrant tea or take away your last clothes?
No one was waiting for me here.
I wasn't expecting a meeting either.
I was just watching...
sad thoughts were flying by like a light cloud.
Did someone live here?
Or is someone preparing to live?
I don't know.
The snow hides the tracks.
