There is no single sign of a spring outside, the wind is blowing wildly, the snow flies in any possible direction, sometimes it look like if the sky and the earth changed their places for tonight, also as for night before. But by some reason for me the best time in the whole year to catch an inspiration is not an actual spring, not the autumn when leafs go dawn and forest burns with gold and red, but it's winter, the time of snow, silence and dark, long nights, when thousand voices are singing outside in the wild white wind. So, considering the weather - the inspiration must come and stay with me until the voice of melting snow make it disapp