I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds, and when the forest cleared I was standing on a hill and before me was a great plain and upon it dark grey clouds stood. I thought to myself, „for whom or for what are they waiting?”Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the North and it began to snow. It got darker and darker, the sky disapppeared and transformed into a gate through which thousands of snowdrops escaped. They touched my face and then they melted.
