I breathe in fresh frosty air along with snowflakes and feel like I am filled with a good mood and a feeling of coming joy in my soul.

I reach out and catch the snow-white particles of happiness. They, like fluffs, trustingly fall right into my hands, carrying tenderness and purity.
This snow-white miracle falls on the palm of your hand and instantly disappears.
Oh, what a pity that even with its warmth one can destroy such an innocent beauty.
As a child, everyone believes in fairy tales, I thought, when it snows, this is Metelitsa's mother fluffing up her feather beds. And I want to believe in a miracle and winter magic.

Maybe when it snows, someone up there sprinkles stars of happiness on our destinies?

Here is happiness, near, try it with your lips.
How gently snowflakes fall on my face and lips, and I feel light and joyful from their touch.
Snow falls!
But it is happiness to see this magical beauty!