It doesn't feel like New Year's coming soon at all. In the early morning, a light layer of snow settled on the ground. During the walk, children changed their gloves several times. They were absolutely wet. Winter, where are you? A fresh week brings a new poem “White noise” by Barbara Vance. In all the world There’s nothing like The sound of falling snow – The only noise I’ve ever known That makes the clocks move slow. A sound that’s not A sound at all – A quiet, soft and dear, That comforts all The sleepy souls Who sit, and watch, and hear. #poem