Winter that I love

The best artist in the world is Nature. Even its lightest ‘stroke’ can reveal an inexhaustible variety of colors and shapes. Winter seems ubiquitously rich in such strokes. Any object along with the wind and snow becomes Nature’s co-creator and portrays its own exclusively unique picture. The winter I remember from my childhood was always sunny, cool, and cozy in its way. My ‘road’ leads me further and further away not only from my childhood but also from those splendid winter days.