Last year, in a completely unbelievable and rare event, we were witnessing heavy snow in our city, which according to many old residents, it was one of the unseen occurrences.
The forested mountains area got beautifully white. And trees holding on a huge amount of snow, with their slender branches, bent under a heavy load, had created very unique views.
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In the winter of death, the trees had reached their peak of glory under the snow, with no leaves covering them.
How much fun it was to play in the snow-white land, with friends. I remember thinking, these memorable days may be unrepeatable. We may not be able to experience such joy again. And I do not know why, but, in the corner of my heart was a sense of worrisome.
A year has passed since then and we had the bitter experience of COVID-19, but compare to things our people have been gone through in a couple of years, the COVID-19 disaster was child play. Anyway, bad things happen every day so spending time in fear for tomorrow won’t help anybody.
After all, we are still here and we are still waiting for better days in our hearts.
