Walking by the wood is a refreshment for the body and mind. It is hard to resist the white roads full of snow. With hiking boots on my feet, the snow pants and backpack, I went with a few of my friends on a snowball adventure. The winding trail led us to the mountainous spring. It was decorated with separate stone blocks that were covered with snow. The only trace of color on this almost black-and-white photo was graffiti on a concrete structure above these blocks.
The water came from the spring and dropped to the remains of the leaves beneath a thick white snow cover, and continued to dig through the snow. We stopped for a few minutes at the spring and then moved on.
At first, we tracked markings and track marks until most of them were not lost under the snow. The trail became the only guideline; we've passed it many times before. Although it was known to us, at the same time it was different under snow and snowy white scenes of the glittering nature.
Snow path led us to the mountain hut. This home is always reviving my memory of a two-day partying and a sleepless night. These were some past beautiful moments.
I was attracted by the sight of wooden benches, tables and chairs on which I enjoy talking and having cold drinks with friends during warm weather. Now there was no one except the snow. Silence and freshness pervaded the entire space. There was no murmur of people, children nor the waiter. We stopped for a moment and enjoyed the beautiful white scenes.
Hours passed in walking. At one point we had to decide whether to go on or to go back. The beauty of nature under a snow blanket was so powerful that it strongly attracted us. We decided to extend the trip and catch more shots of the snowy idyll. We went further on the path to the top of the mountain
