I long for thee, King Winter

I love Winter. Nothing beats the feeling you get when you are in a silent, snowy birch forest during that blue moment of dusk when the brightest stars are already visible, or in the middle of moonlit field during the darkest time of the year. Sometimes I go to the nearby forest with my sister and our total of five dogs, and we climb on a hill, sip some hot chocolate and admire the starry sky above us.

This Winter was beautiful and snowy, but so very short - usually we still have a nice blanket of snow in March, but now all we have is wet, grey ground with little white spots here and there. It makes me sad to see my favourite season dying, although I'm eager to see how trees cover themselves with leaves and colourful flowers lure butterflies to dance around. But today Winter made its one final push and we had such a beautiful snowfall I almost felt a need to cry. Unfortunately I have a fever, so I did not dare to go out, but hopefully we'll meet again next year.

I look like a hamster.