Moonlit winter night. Sheds

In winter, nights sometimes happen when moonlight makes the snow shine and glow. At such moments, it seems that the environment illuminates itself, and only shadows hide in the most secluded corners. And they are not thickly black, but just dark.… At this time, garages and sheds live their own separate lives. Nothing to do with the hustle and bustle of residential areas, historical centers. There are treasures stored here that are already indecent to keep at home, but its a pity to just throw them away. And someone leaves winter supplies in such sheds. So, you walk between these ugly sheds and think, but how much memory can there be ... the memory of childhood, of youth... in memory of parents, of own old joys and sorrows.... The bike I rode as a boy is still here. And the sleds, the skates, and your hockey stick.... And your fathers old photo printing kit.... And something else, just dig around.... You walk along the sheds and think....
The painting does not need a frame; the image is continued at the ends.