The little soft snow flakes falling down to the earth. The naked trees shivering from the iced wind. Coated with the white carpet of frozen puffs. The branches that are intwined together to give each other their own heat. All the crunchy golden leaves are hanging on to their lives.

Every breath that is exhaled is visible, all the rose cheeks are raw from the cold, and all the thin fingers are clenched in fists to keep warm. Let the winter leave, invite the spring with open hands.

"A hush is over everything, silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring" - SaraTeasdale