The Winter Morning I ought to waiting for my friend's parents to take them from here to their home. They live in a small village, thirty kilometers from our town. The way to the village passes through the fields and forests, a sunshine is making surroundings more beautiful and fairy-tale. A snow on the spruces's branches is shining and sparkling. It's one of the seldom sunny days in winter. I feel good helping the elderly couple and admiring the nature.