Once, the writer was wrong with his prophecy, thinking that the nature this year will refuse the way how it should go. The writer really wants at least once in a life to spend times in a truly Russian winter. The writer was a little bit screwed up on that time; during he threw a glimpse on the dying late November trees.
but today, yes the nature just goes on like the theory. Outside there, there’s sort of blizzard, the sound of the day that is drowned off by the chilly wind, the snow is falling, thickening, covering the earth, until the earth is a whitish splendid view, nice to see.
when nature talks~
the road always has a definte ending~
let the joy overwhelms~
once, here we heard the song of the day~
always hopes the bless from above~
new bag and life~
the sunlight and calmness~
p/s; semua model adalh housemates + grupmates penulis: 😀