Elena Kotova. Half-life (№ 280533)

Surprisingly, in usually snowless Washington was a real Christmas snow. He walked day after day, barely noticeable, snowflakes, a rare but major slowly fell to the ground in no wind. The streets were black and wet from melting instantly under the wheels of cars of snow and pollen, but the lawns and rooftops were covered with a convincing fluffy cover, it seemed, ringing silence.