The firs bend under the snow. The air is cold and clear. It is silent on the clearing. I put my head back and look up to the sky. Countless stars twinkle down. The snow reflects their light and turns the forest in milky white light.
The firs bend under the snow. The air is cold and clear. It is silent on the clearing. I put my head back and look up to the sky. Countless stars twinkle down. The snow reflects their light and turns the forest in milky white light.