Once again it happened in winter. A magical spell that stroll in the morning and propagate when sun goes down. It’s winter that brew the air and not spring. It’s autumn that paints the ground red and green.
Evenings of winter are more glorious and mornings are even more bright. The spell is cast in night and the dawn observes it here and there. When everything around blossom with cold, a gentle and warm stream, floats over the river and get dissolved in sunshine.
I wonder, why winter come and slow down the world !
Then one day in bright nights of season, I stared at the moon. And it helped me to have all positive breeze and I hold it together close to my heart.