"It used to snow hard when I was a kid. I remember the sweet anticipation of November and the first snow - when the ground is stiff, and the storms have just passed away, leaving behind them the white glaze of the first winter greeting.
We played in the streets, running and yelling and laughing, as if there were no tomorrow, as if there were no school the next day, as if...
And in those days, we used to say that the winter was caused by the winter dragon, who had a terrible cough because he forgot his scarf. Today I smile at that, but back then - in those childhood memories, we were all worried about the poor creature, and obediently put on our own scarfs".

This is an extremely old work, started back in August. I returned to it several times, feeling rather down because of not being able to finish it. I still do, really, since this is just half of what I was originally planning to do.