This is a time of quiet expectation, when the heart is already ready for miracles, and the soul asks for warmth. When the frost tickles your cheeks in the morning, and in the evening you want to wrap yourself in a blanket, drink hot tea with honey and listen to the rain pounding on the window, as if whispering: "Everything is still ahead."
Winter without snow is like love without words. It is already here, but it has not yet spoken, has not yet revealed herself in all it glory. But you can feel it. In the little things, in the looks, in the silence that speaks more than a thousand phrases.
I dream that this year's winter will be special. That every day will be filled not only with festive fuss, but also with the quiet happiness.
Tonight, I'll light scented candles, turn on music, and dream❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️