Witchcraft winter

She sees the usual things through the prism of magic.



She knows a thousand tales.



Winter always childishly honest.



Winter pleases those who are able to enjoy small.



Those who can see the greatness in simplicity.



For the rest, it becomes a waiting room.



Or the long route to the one who is waiting for you at the end of the path.



Or loneliness, white captive in an enchanted city.



And no city that could resist these charms.



But nothing prevents us learn by magic.



And illuminate the cold evenings magic heat.



Being close to the favorite.



Or take loneliness as a gift of freedom.



Fall in love with every single one of shades of white.



Work wonders with their hands.



Believe in them with all my heart.



Then the winter we will respond in kind.



She gave us all its magic - until the last snowflake.