A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty and in the point of life.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home.
Every time you miss your childhood, ride on a bicycle!
~Mehmet Murat ildan~
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination