This morning I woke up, looked out, as usual at the window, and was amazed. Still yesterday on the sidewalks there was a withered foliage, the picture was gray, dull. Now everything was unrecognizable, pure and white, because the first snow fell. The weather was calm, windless. In the sky, I noticed gray clouds, from which large flakes of snow continued to fall. They did not melt, touching the ground, because it was already quite cold outside. Snow fell on houses, on sidewalks, on passers-by. I was eager to run out into the street and see all this beauty, because it is known that all snowflakes are unlike, they are very different from each other. After a while, the clouds dispersed, the bright sun came out. The picture became even more fascinating. The sun’s rays fell on the clean, fallen snow. The snowflakes sparkled and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. The trees in the blink of an eye were white, fluffy. Immediately remember paintings by artists, on which they reflect all this natural beauty and uniqueness. From some branches the snow fell heavily in armfuls, because so many had fallen. The air was clean, fresh, frosty.
Our yard has changed beyond recognition. On it the children were already running, running, throwing the first snowballs, because they waited for this almost a year. The snow was soft, airy, and I wanted to plunge into it. Immediately there was a feeling of a holiday. Everyone was literally in the anticipation of New Year’s holidays, the upcoming long holidays. The mood was just fine. I wanted to rejoice, have fun, throw snow up and admire how it sparkles from the sun’s rays, shining and shining.
Most likely, this snow will melt after a few days or even hours. But the impression of the first snow cover will remain in my memory for a long time. It is for these unforgettable impressions that I love winter.