The last snow is beautiful because you don’t know how long it will take before you see it again. It is as beautiful as the first, when it comes you don’t remember how it was anymore and you may have waited a long time for it. Like last winter.
The snow is always beautiful, it’s heaven’s brush to paint the earth. If there were no snow, the sky would be no painter, and it would be a less beautiful sky.
Snow is beauty.
And the one on mountain rivers is all the more so; as much as we cannot say, because our mind cannot go that far.
Only our heart can. For a moment, when there is snow, it becomes heaven’s brother.
That’s what it is, the snow on the Germanasca River in Massello.