The first snow makes me stop. To look at the sky. To smile for no reason.
As if all worries become a little lighter, and dreams a little bolder.
The same feeling of a blank slate appears: you can still make time, you can still make a wish, you can still change.
New Year for me is not a date. It's a state. When you want the warmth of hands, sincere words at midnight, a look without haste.

Do you make a wish on New Year's Eve or do you consider it a childish ritual? One wish or several at once, "just in case"? What do you silently think about when the clock strikes twelve? Is it a wish about you, about us... or about someone specific? And if it comes true - are you ready for change?
The main thing is to make a wish honestly 🤍

Ira🫶🏻