@saratov

In winter, in the mountains at cloud level, when the sun reflects off the snow, it lights up thousands of diamond sparks in every snowflake, and the whole world turns into a shining crystal casket. The air, cold and pure, rings with this glittering silence, and your cheeks are tingled not by the frost, but by the sun itself, dancing in the ice crystals. You stand amidst this dazzling splendor and feel yourself filling with its light-clear, resonant, and infinitely joyful. It is a moment of pure magic, when it seems you could reach out to a cloud and carry away in your palms a handful of this winter, sparkling happiness.

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