I dream about winter... Cold weather, naked trees, heavy dark clouds... I liked to walk along the cemetery lonely winter evenings when I was living in Kazan. And, u know, I realized that I like lonelyness. I lock my mind from everyone and dig in myself. It's my salvation from the problems and cruelty of life.
Winter is miraculous, it enchants me by its pale beauty and cruel character. Oh, i miss it so much... It never calms me down, but brings me inspiration as well.