hundred consecutive days with snow. Waking up each morning, 25 November, look out the window and saw a white landscape. In Latvia we have a friend who hates the cold weather and hate snow. It must be a evidence for her to survive during this terrible winter of Latvia. That must be why the eyes sparkle every time he speaks of the time it was in Italy to visit us.
Yet I could not imagine the Latvian countryside, forests of birch trees, beaches and the coast in front of Jurmala, without that white blanket of snow, and without that ice a few meters from the shore ripples like waves that are suspended in a moment of life stopped there.
Meanwhile, after the wild doves in recent days, has anyone spotted near Kuldīga a crane, wild lark, and three swans in flight.
Small signs of hope for our friend.
The photo above is a reader Tvnet.lv. From the countryside near Sigulda, where the wind did strange games, forming balls on the ground and sheaves of snow.
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