Snow and memory.

 In winter always comes a sense of something fantastic.


The air froze waiting for a miracle.


And these miracles we create ourselves.


Since childhood, like when the early winter evening in the purple light of the street lamps softly  fall large snowflakes.




And if you stand under the ray of light and looking up at the sky, the white crystals of snow against the dark sky seem  you the stars.




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These stars are flying to you on a meeting.


You at the center of the universe.


One has only to lend a hand, make a wish and it is necessarily granted!


Incommunicable feeling!