#winter paths

During the night, a thin layer of snow covered the ground. The puddles were covered with light ice and well hidden under a blanket of snow. Therefore, sometimes I had to fail.

The moon was still clearly visible, placed in the center of the street, sat down on the sleeping branches of familiar roadside trees.

Such a bright light, the whole world is so bright. Maximum color saturation. Out of habit, my eyes ran over the ditches, over the dry weeds and grasses, searching for the first spring flowers, until over and over again I was overwhelmed by memories of what month it really was.

Winter Paths...