Night winter city.
In winter, I always admire the bare trees, because every twig bend is visible and it is stunningly beautiful. I remember this day: I was returning home, admiring the night city, and thoughts rushed through my head one after another. About the present, about the past, about the future.
In winter, I always admire the bare trees, because every twig bend is visible and it is stunningly beautiful. I remember this day: I was returning home, admiring the night city, and thoughts rushed through my head one after another. About the present, about the past, about the future.