January snow

This morning Budapest became white. The city, the entire city became white, except some wet, black stripes scratched on its surface. The roads disappeared. The houses are all buried in snow up to their rooftops and their chimneys are desperately stretching upwards as if they were fighting for the last bit of air. There is no sign of land, the fences and benches are all hiding under this giant, white curtain. But behind this whiteness of silence there is the hope and conviction that it will be spring again. Until then, enjoy.