The Way Home

    In the morning we saw that everything was in the snow. So winter has come. The trees stand as if covered with white fluffy lumps of cotton wool. Snow was everywhere: on the roofs of houses and buildings, cars, sidewalks. From this it seemed that the day was much brighter. Only on the roads along which the cars were running, it was almost absent, as the snow very quickly melts under their wheels, forming puddles.