December 11th, 2019

A short story.

Yesterday I was in our park near to my house and it's sad to see so absolutely naked trees there. The autumn is up, but winter is not still coming. So that's a such season. In summer I can't see through the trees because thick leaves of tree branches don't allow me such a business. The same thing it happens in winter, certainly not because of leaves, but because of thick snow, which is everywhere in the park, so on the trees too. I'm waiting for the winter, for snow. I'm missing about it.