Maybe these are childhood memories? Maybe the habit of waiting for stories that begin with the words "Once upon a time in winter..."💋
Or maybe winter simply knows how to reveal in us what we have long hidden - faith in something a little magical.

Today I caught every little thing with my eyes: how smoke rises above the roofs, how people quickly pull up their scarves, how dogs cheerfully stomp in the morning frost.
And do we, adults, still know how to believe in a fairy tale?
A miracle that can happen just like that, without explanation?
Do we know how to allow ourselves to dream like when we were children?
Are we still waiting for our little winter gifts from life? Do you believe?
Even a little?🥰

So tell me, do you love winter? Ira😘