You, Masha and I were walking in the misty pine forest, where trees had crystal ice trunks and snowy branches.
    The ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, the moss was blue. It was gently bright despite the sun slowly hiding behind the horizon, and the mist was so milky and dense. The air was filled with fresh mixture of morning frost, the smell of pine trees and moss. Instead of spooky cat-like sounds, pine trees were playing crystal melodies as if they were wearing little bells on their crowns. And that forest felt like home - cozy and safe. No other people we could meet there, only forest’s habitats, and even the wildest animals were friendly.
    A peaceful journey full of wonders three of us have had last night.
Sunday, March 21, 2021