Winter is when time secretly inhales magical dust.

It becomes light as a snowflake and flies slower so you can catch it. Every second sparkles like crystal in the light of a lamp and doesn't want to run away.

Here, the hours don't pass — they whirl around in a quiet waltz with you.
And when you close your eyes, time sits on the edge of the bed and whispers, “Tell me another dream. We have the whole night ahead of us, and no one is counting the stars.”