Every person has sometimes a winter season in soul, feeling that you have a house, but it doesn't feel like a home. It's why on a blanket, that is raised by the wind, I drew a window with flying broken glasses. However, there are a lot if hope in it , behind the snow storm a building, where perhaps somebody is waiting for you, the flowers, that are fresh despite the snow and wind, under the girl's feet ice is melted and the small flowers are starting to grow.All it means, that everything is passing, and after soul's winter will come soul's spring and soul's summer))
