In the morning I saw falling snow through the window. This is the first snow we have. He was so timid, unsure, as if he accidentally wandered at the wrong address. After all, on the street +2. It's too early for him to us, was mistaken by accident. The snow calmly fell with wet rare flakes. He did not linger on the grass, immediately turned into droplets still in the air, not reaching the ground.
I went outside. The snow was already over, as fast as if it had never been. Only wet sidewalks and frozen drops on the grass and fallen leaves reminded him. After all, precipitation falling from above, we have long been gone.
And the grass still does not want to give up, so bright, green, as if it is sure that the winter is not soon.
Fallen leaves give such a beautiful contrast with the grass.
It is interesting located droplets on a blade of grass, as if they were specially dripped.
And this leaflet looked so touching on a felled hemp from an old tree.