We have a full winter here in St. Petersburg. It is -5 degrees Celsius, it is snowing for almost a week. It is not like a big snowfall, it falls slowly, wrapping the earth with its white blanket. Today I looked out the window at the snowflakes, and a childhood memory came to me. 

I was 5 or 6 years old. I was in kindergarten, like all my peers. It was evening, dark and frosty. All the kids dressed and went for a walk. Parents came to take their children home after their work. I has been waiting for my mom, but she has not comming. The day before, my parents gave me a small flashlight. I remember how I pulled it from my pocket and switched on. I remember, how I exhaled vapor in the beam of light and snowflakes, falling from the sky, sparkling in its light. I was so fascinated by this magic light and sparks, that time passed by very quickly. My mother came and took me home. 

And now it's been over 30 years since then. But when it snows, it reminds me this magic.

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