Winter light

There is a question asked quite often – What is your favourite part of the day? And I bet you think I’d answer night or evening, but strangely even to myself my answer would be morning...Today I woke up late, so the dark hours of the winter dawn have already passed and I saw the luminous cloudless sky. In such a morning filled with winter light that touches gently the soft snow sparkling in the shades of pearl and blue, in such a morning, my dear friend, you open up a window to let the frozen air in your lungs, you feel it going down your very bosom, the blinding white carpet makes you close the eyes and listen to the silence. Feel and breathe the stillness. In such a morning you go out and the fresh snow squeaks under your steps, as you walk and watch the nature around you – the trees, the frozen little creek, the restless birds that keep on hopping from one branch to the other – you feel the morning light and winter air penetrate your soul, you become a part of this serenity, you’re in every tree, every sunbeam, every snowflake. In every breath you feel the pure essence of life.

  

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Now, my friends, if you please - go pour yourself a cup of finest coffee, and give yourself a pleasure of reading your favourite book or watching a nice movie. Today my choice is Agatha Cristhie’s Miss Marple (tv series 2004 – 2013). I watch Greenshaw’s Folly – love it so much!