I love nature and everything connected with it. I was particularly pleased with the change of seasons. Each in its own way magical and mysterious. Most of all I love the winter, but true snow, frosty. I love a winter evening by the fireplace at grandma's house, listen to crackling logs and watch how the window falling flakes of snow. After all, winter nights are dreamlike and mysterious.
Every snowflake in the moonlight looks like a little silver star. Looking at her, could not help think about the New Year holiday, when magic comes into every home. I'd like to extend that moment for a long time. I believe there is nothing more interesting and exciting than to watch how snowflakes are dancing. They lead a merry dance by the window, while lifting the mood of people. And yet, in the light of the lantern is very interesting to observe the snow-covered trees, each of which in the snow takes on a mysterious form.One gets the impression that they are all covered with silver, which shimmers so beautiful in the light. This beauty is impossible to describe! I love to walk even on a snowy street, to breathe the frosty air and enjoy the beauty of nature when everything is quiet and peaceful, the noise subsides, and all around preparing for sleep. The atmosphere of magic and fairy tales! It creates a winter evening.
I was walking down the street and thoughts are far from reality. I feel like I'm in a winter Wonderland where I have to solve many puzzles and mysteries. As in the cold it is very easy to dream and breathe. The main thing is to feel this atmosphere, and not to miss any of the magic items in the environment. So much mystery to give us winter evenings. Suddenly in the silence I hear the screams of children. They are sledding down the hills, and it seems like they need nothing more. I join them, and together we plunge into the fabulous world of childhood. Frolic a bit, I'm coming home. The walk over. Closer to late evening , and begins to climb the frost, and for more than heard the crunch of the snow underfoot. And then on the way home I saw a cheerful snowman! He smiles sweetly, and it seems that all passers-by waving his hand.
Well that's all, I come to the house, my walk ended. I got a lot of positivity and cheerfulness from her. Now come home, fix yourself a delicious tea, and wait for the next evening. Can you wait a bit at the window, grieve for what is happening on the street and go to sleep. My story is just beginning...
