snow [Theme]

But I know everything is for the better! All goes to good..

Ripening in silence.

never.

- What about local roads? Here [England] you drive on the left.

Don't get married, poets.

... Before all the prickly snowflakes had time to fly away to the north, there was a subtle smell of tulips in the air. A barely perceptible smell, like spring itself. You feel it with some kind of subconscious, sixth sense, but you don’t yet understand why exactly it appeared to you. In watercolor clouds with a thin thread of pink sunset or in fragile grass breaking through the snow. So it is with love. He comes unnoticed, on tiptoe, barely touching your still sleeping eyes, kisses your eyelashes, touches your warm cheek with a stripe from your previous sleep, smoothes it out. Gently, like a butterfly, touches your lips, afraid to wake you up or seem pushy. Braids your most cherished dreams into your braids, puts fresh flowers of hope in your pockets. And you smile in your sleep, joyful and calm, trusting this new feeling. Everything that happened before, all your disappointments, fears, doubts will melt like this February snow and flow away with the first streams. Do you hear, baby, Spring-love is knocking on your door. Come on, girl, go ahead and open it. You, like no one else, deserve your happiness!

Well, okay! And good.

Or are the streets unlit...?

This will never happen again!

The snow melts and flowers bloom in our souls. Flowers of hope, happiness, inspiration and love.

Snow in some incomprehensible way transforms our everyday life, filling everything around with some kind of mystery, coziness, silence and harmony. Such a seemingly simple, but such magical and gentle Beauty...

The snow creaks pleasantly underfoot, and this white fairy tale seems to have enveloped the world in its silence and wisdom, ordering people’s thoughts and guiding everyone to their truth. With the snow, everything unnecessary disappears, and you see a white road in front of you, where there is no place for falsehood, complexity and tinsel. You just want to live, do the work you love, love and be close to people close to you. Walk through life simply and faithfully, without doubting the path you have chosen. Snow...

And it worked at times.

Snow, snow. Today he doesn’t even fall, but simply flies headlong, as if he is afraid of being late somewhere, not having time to cover the earth with a snow-white blanket. Snow butterflies fly onto your eyelashes, onto your hair, into your soul. And suddenly it becomes so easy and calm in this white silence. And I want to spin around and fly away with this snowfall. Fly to where it is always good and calm. Snow...