"Write like there's no tomorrow". Sometimes Patreon encourages to share thoughts in charming way. :)
So, if there's no tomorrow I want to invite you for a small December walk. To the frozen land, where strong Wind squeezes tears which the Frost instantly turns into pure crystals. To the land, where there is nothing than coldness and only the bravest friends can be met during their own buisnesses. Where the living green can be found only as a mistletoe.
Winter is coming in heavy boots. At least in the Carpathian Mountains.