Present day/Сегодняшний день

My street

It's hard to tell if it's winter or spring in the yard. But the sun is shining on the pink-azure sky, but white - the snow is shining.
If you put the disc Vivaldi - "Seasons", then what time of the year to choose, looking out the window?
And for some reason, I remember Blok. Maybe because:

The wind brought from afar
Songs spring hint.
Somewhere light and deep
The sky opened a patch ...

The block for me is always blue. Like the sky, like a spring wind, like an evening hour. Just like Nabokov is represented by a picture: a book, and on the cover lie glasses in the form of a butterfly. And Akhmatova ... Three maple leaves floating like swans on the surface of water. Three leaves, three swans, three "A".
Music. Poems. Loneliness. Snow. And yet - spring. This is my present day. He had just begun his dispersal on the icy, well-trodden path. And his cheeks are red from frost and absolutely spring eyes!