At the end of November, I received a letter from my mother. "It's really cold today. Rain turned into snow. It's falling on rusty leaves, it melts and that water takes them to the puddles. I think these puddles will be covered with ice in the evening. It's very gloomy outside, but I am in the good mood, because I love first snow. It's so shy, tender and especially clean compare to the old rusty leaves." After that I made "First Snow".
