The sun, not yet awake, stretched lazily over the horizon, inviting the world to a new day. Outside the window, in the silence of a winter morning, snow lay like a snow-white tablecloth. The trees, wrapped in frost, looked like snow-covered fairy tales, stood motionless, as if waiting for some miracle. The air is clean and fresh, saturated with the smell of pine and freshness. There is no fuss, no rush. Only peace and tranquility, like after a long sleep. The heart seems to freeze from this beauty. Thoughts calm down, become clear and pure, like snow crystals. The soul is filled with tenderness and joy, as if touching something magical, incomprehensible. In this state, the world feels like something beautiful, innocent and pure. Everything around is imbued with magic and good mood. It seems that time has slowed down to let you enjoy this beauty. It's not just winter, it's a magical awakening of the soul, its immersion in a world of tranquility and miracles. This is a state that you want to keep in your heart for a long time, so that at any moment you can return to it, to this gentle silence and joy of a winter morning.

The city, enveloped in grey-blue twilight, gradually sinks into silence. Panel buildings, like giants, tower over the street, illuminated by the dim light of streetlamps. The first snowflakes, like fluff from a celestial blanket, dance in the faint glow of the streetlights. They fall onto the damp asphalt, melting instantly and leaving behind a thin, icy trace. With each falling snowflake, the city grows ever quieter. The sounds of cars, the hum of people – everything gradually fades, muffled by the gentle hush of the falling snow. It brings back memories of that very first snow from childhood, when the world seemed infinitely vast and magical. The first winter at school, ice slides, snow forts, snowball fights. Childhood dreams and a unique, innocent joy. A warmth in the heart. A sweet and gentle melancholy. A sadness that time cannot be stopped, that childhood is gone, but the magic of the first snow remains in our souls forever. The first snow is not merely the start of winter; it's the beginning of a new cycle of memories, dreams, and the anticipation of wonders that always reside in the human heart...