It is winter, early morning sleeping township awaken with freezing air, the plants and bushes stiffly frozen, the birds chirping softly and silently on the tree carrying crystals of sharp ice.
Listen, the car wheels skim icy road, shouts of children, playing with the snow on the other side of the road, hear the tree shakes softly and the snow falls down like a waterfall when wind blow.
It is morning, people start walking to their work, waiting the traffic light turn green, warm comfortable coat protects from freezing air, the slippery icy streets covered by cars, hear the cars beeping each other, crows croak, croak, croak in the branches overlook trash disposal for searching food, see people walking towards to the vending machine buying drinks, chink, chink, sound of monkey goes into the slot, there are three men in suit standing in the smoking area, laughing while they are smoking their sigarettes.
It is 8’o clock, the kids walking to their school, “Hurry up, you will be late,” mum shouts, sharp tongued, changed, ate and brushed teeth.
Look, the sky is clear, the sun stands sternly, gazing all from the centre of the sky, it seems that the sun giving us a motivation. See now, solid snow melting like a candle, small paddle reflecting the blue sky, the birds standing chirping on the electric wire waking all the township up.
Sitting on the wooden bench that hasn’t been covered by snow, hear the township being busy, it seems that everything is fine, everything is alive.
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