Description
Winter sometimes arrives not quietly and beautifully, but noisily, like an orchestra of forks gone mad. Snow covers not only the streets, but also what seemed solid inside. The silence in the hallway sounds louder than any quarrel, and a short note in the mailbox can be the final straw. The horses of time drag life in a circle, February roars, and the silence between two people turns out to be colder than any blizzard.