This winter came to Ukraine strictly on schedule and hold country tight with lots of snow and not strong, but steady frost up until these very days. However the third day in row temperature is above zero and rains washing out the whiteness of snow cover turning it into dirty rug… And even with understanding of temporality of this thaw I couldn’t help but smell upcoming spring in it.
But until real spring all that we have is memories. Memories of riding bike through the days wrought in bright gold of sun and fresh green of young leaves.
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