Winter thoughts…

A sunny winter morning can, any minute, be ruined by the darkest clouds. But sometimes I believe, that the hope and conviction with which a kid playing outside on a sunday morning looks up in the sky, not blinking even for a second, praying badly to the gods to let him play a few minutes more… that’s what makes the clouds fly away, taking the dark curtains off the sun’s glow.

Does hope really work? Is there something like a strong wish? So strong that it makes the bad turn good, just by wishing? Is there a direct connection between the true wishes deep inside our hearts, and the supreme power?


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