"Winter of my dreams"

The announced coming of winter was started by a cold south-west wind. Through the Moravian Gate, a chill came from over the Alps. When I woke up, I went to the window and saw the winter that was long gone. One of my dreams: with frost on the windows and with snow. I was standing by the window, feeling inside me a little boy looking at the mysterious world. Winter in my dreams is a story that has been transferred from the real world to the world of fantasy. I gave life for it in my head. I summoned a fairy-tale world just like I did in my childhood. Remembered winter feeling not cold, but home warmth, which makes it easier to fantasize and be in an unreal world. A mundane situation such as the arrival of my loved ones home, makes me want to look at them as if I would like to remember them. The covid quarantine didn't arouse an incomprehensible euphoria in us. On the contrary, the willingness to be just for the sake of being with things put aside. We are, but we are not, because we are somewhere else. I don't know if she summons me like the Snow Queen Kaja, or an Egyptian goddes is talking to me, or maybe I'm floating with the stars. I don't know. I day dream about the long winter evenings taking pictures of ordinary life.