A very thick layer of snow has covered our village and, I hear, that we are to expect a worrying wave of extreme cold. My neighbors keep on connecting these wintery events with that friggin' end of the world scheduled on the 21st of December. 
In the meantime they purchase extra quantities of fire wood, just in case the Apocalypse arrives and through some miracle they manage to survive along with their warm homes and comfy beds.Anyway, the short alley to our house has
been buried under a mountain of snow and, since our neighbors don't seem
to mind, we were the only one struggling with the snow shovels. In
our garden there are a few rose buds that are stubbornly facing the
winter and I was mesmerized by the magical contrast of scarlet red and snowy white.
