Midnight snowballs

Winter came unexpectedly. We almost forgot what it was like. There was practically no snow. Only occasionally, blizzards and only in fragments, because recent years were mostly warm, almost autumn weather. But this time it was different. Winter broke into our everyday reality, abruptly, without warning, shackling the cold of, streets, roads, houses and residents. The snow fell from the sky with big flaks, they did not disappear, did not melt, and obediently congregate on heaps, forming something like mountain ridges in miniature sizes. It was interesting to watch on it, because the snow was falling during the day and at night. It's true that not everyone liked it. And only children were happy about such changes. They were making snowballs. And with pleasure, climbing higher, on the roofs of garages, threw them in the urban transport and passers-by. And in the distance one could hear laughter and cheerful screams from the running crowd of children. It was as if everything was back to normal. A new turn. Trite and simple things that we forget so quickly.