Delft’s white
Today, it was the first time in my life I saw snow in Delft. When I woke up this morning, I experienced one of those magic moments that bring you back to childhood for a while, when you open the curtains and outside… everything is just white.
It was beautiful and calm and finally feels like real winter to me - girl coming form the cold countries of Eastern Europe 
Maybe when I’ll come home this evening, all the beautiful Delft’s white will be gone and everything will come back to gray again.
And so here is the reason of my post: leave a black trace in the white page of my memories…
February 5th, 2005 at 3:11 am
In the southern site of Europe, a white soft blanket of snow has covered the little house in the chestnut tree wood. No foot prints making the way from the gate to the cottage, someone should come and play and mould a snow man there!