The world around Roots of Spells is still covered with a thick blanket of snow, plunged in a frosty long sleep of winter hybernation. Today's Sun invited me for a short walk. With Wierzba and Sol, we went to listen to the quiet music of a joyful stream, to admire the dance of timid rays on the frozen branches of Trees, to listen jays who sang differently than before. Proably thanks to longer and longer days.