The Fairytale Out There

Truly a wonderland. My darling, Wonderland. She is almost in a permanent state of whiteness, as one blanket lays itself down upon the last, or on a landscape that has turned to its natural winter colour once more (usually only hours before). It really snows here. Like Polish winter couldn't live without it. It's spectacular. The white snow is so much more beautiful than what lies beneath. It gives winter here some sense of magic. The flakes are falling all around. I feel like i am walking through some continual fairytale. I got wet today, walking through thick snow, falling at an angle, getting inside the shirt collar, which was mostly surrounded by clothes and a scarf, yet still the snow somehow sneaks its way inside. Everything looks like a postcard. Some of it old fashioned and stunning, some of it modern, cold, some winter paradise. I could send it to people around the world and show how beautiful my home in Poland is, just how stunning this city is. There is magic coming out of the cracks in the pavement here. Home at last.