What I feel
You know, winters in my home country aren’t like everywhere else. Yes, there are those pretty snowy days. But it`s not about them. I won’t talk to you about them now, for you have probably seen those dreamy postcards and watched those mushy Christmas movies. Maybe I will not tell you much about weather also, for the weather in this story of mine is just a medium through which I would like to express myself.
It’s about me. It’s about the way I feel. You look at this soul-chilling scenery. Picture painted in gray, brown, red, black, with some random burrs of evergreen plants, whose colors have become muddy and cold. These colors in their darker and lighter shades from time to time are being covered with translucent blanket of small droplets falling fast, till clouds drift apart, letting faint rays of sun touch our hearts and play with ghost-like reflections which appeared on a turbid but mirror-like surface of water. This kind of changes happens inside of me, too.