In the winter that has come, people share each other's temperature and walk through the desolate winter evenings. The roar of the sharp wind hits the ears loudly like a discord, and the darkness that comes back to the sun with an early return to the excuse of the season encroaches the village into solitude. The winter evening ends with an awkward duet of noise from the wind and pitch blackness. Then the snow begins to fall, and the blackened village shines white again, and the harmonies of the white snow are somehow comfortable and familiar, enlivening the evening of the village. Winter is cold but exciting. Especially the first snow with the person you adore. The reason why we are so excited about the wind and snow is that we want to share the warmth closest to the person we adore using the cold as an excuse.
