the first Snow | selfmade

I can still remember how, as a child, every time the trees began to lose their leaves, the days became colder. I could hardly wait until the first snow falls. The first snow, to throw the first snowball, the first snow to build a snowman and to hollow out the sled from the cellar and race down the white hills. If it gets even cozier inside, and you've arrived at the smell of pastry and tea entirely in time. The time called winter.

When I met yesterday, the day after it snowed, me with a few friends. Did they come up with the nice idea to take a little walk through the snowy forest ?

Said. Done.

They told me that there was an incredible view from up there where we went.

I think they did not overdo it. It was wonderful. What do you say ?

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