I will never stop admiring and loving winter. All seasons are beautiful, but for me it is in the winter time that magic, joy, inspiration and a feeling of happiness are collected. I don't know where I have such a strong love for the cold, snowy forests and watercolor pink-blue sky with violet hues. This is something inexplicable, it comes from somewhere from the depths of the intangible past...
We can say that winter is my personal paradise. I love it when it is warm in the house and cold, snow and frost outside. You go out, slowly walk into the woods along the familiar path, which is now hidden under a snow blanket, and enjoy the frosty silence. Crystal clear snowflakes settle on the eyelashes, the hair is covered with frost... and everything around is like in a fairy tale. Everything around is white silence... You stand in the midst of such splendor and are afraid to move, so as not to violate the order established not by you...
Winter beauty sets you in a new way, as if cleansing from the accumulated darkness of sad events and unpleasant impressions... And you step into your present more confidently, because now you know for sure - everything, absolutely everything will be covered with a snow-white veil, and a feeling of expectation will settle in your heart something wonderful. After all, seasons change in nature, which means that your personal seasons will also change...
