Remembering the summer
I live in Russia. There are no secrets that we have cold winter with heavy snow and icy wind. Now we feel coming the general feast- *New Year*, we decorate Christmas trees, buy presents and different sweets for tables. We are expecting something magic and unusual. Unfortunately, when you get out in the street, you will not observe winter fairytale. There are slush and mud. Happy smile turns into sadness. I am sure many people dream about sunny days and gold sand when they look at sleeping nature outside. And I am not exception. I am remembering my last summer and those thoughts make my soul warmer. I went to Cyprus and found this place unforgettable.There were blue, clear, azure sea, wonderful nature around, hot gold sand, carefree people and only waves of pleasure.
I think people are happy creatures, our memory is like a recording device. When we do not have any possibilities to go to warm countries, we are able to remember, because impressions are too important for everyone. Nowadays we can take photos, videos and open them any moment. Winter could last a half year in real life, but summer is in my heart forever.