19 November 2012
Winter began, and the frost started to take over the bare still trees. There were no people in sight, the whole place was a winter wonderland. Sharp icicles hung dangerously from underneath the edge of the roof top, as if it were stuck like glue. The window of a house was open and all I could smell were the roasting of chestnuts. The scent gave a sudden feeling of warmness and relaxation. So that invited me in...
Winter • Opuss № I