In the gentle embrace of dawn, the quiet end of the night snow – which presented itself with a soothing grace. An indescribable satisfaction arose. The symphony of this winter morning was so beautiful and silent that one could hear the faintest sound of birds’ wings, snowflakes sitting on the sleepy branches of the night. As the snowflakes fell from the cradles of the trees, a fragile layer formed on the surface of the river, covering it with a tent in the form of a smooth sheet of ice. This sheet-like and fleeting cover stretched across the riverbank. As the day gradually warmed and the golden particles of snow fell, the ever-evolving canvas of nature was created by the sun’s rays and a prismatic glow of colors was created. With each passing moment, the scene changed – a temporary but fragile masterpiece.