First snow*-*

Outside, a raging storm, snow flakes knocks ...
So nice to watch this, from a warm room, listening to the howling wind and watch the dancing snowflakes.
This is - just a charming action.



The only pity is that this is accompanied by cold, and go out into street not want to, but should pay for everything.
Joyful phenomenon, in general.
Magic and as if fabulous phenomenon.



I love, when he falls and does not melt, I love when he falls to the ground and remains white, i love, when he crunches underfoot, this means, soon New Year.
I love it, when white flies fall on the lips and they are melting.
Maybe, i complete romantic, or just, i love the snow.

Or just, snow stops my pain in soul, and therefore, i love him...