so quiet

Few times I concluded: It is like in Canada. But now when again the feeling is coming back into my veins, I would rather say: In Canada was like in Poland. And in few weeks in Poland I will probably utter: It is like in Norway. It is probably like everywhere when the Earth is preparing to fall asleep into the winter dream. The colors are so powerful, the atmosphere so clear and chilled that with every breath you can feel the sharpness of the invisible life giving air. And maybe because you are freezing all the time, the darkness is coming earlier with each day, and only the city lamps have fun in reflective dance on the puddles.