Wintermas nails ❄️💅

My job of making nails is fun, especially for the New Year and other holidays .... This time the girls had various ideas ... And here's a little New Year's mood 🥰

The #Photo52 challenge theme of this week is again "Wintermas!" ,

Photo 52, 2020 Challenge, Week Number 51 of @photo52, hosted by Victor @wwwiebe.

This first photo is for challenge❄️

A little drawing, a little picture and here are the decorations ...

He was sitting right behind the driver on the bus, thinking about the silence of the snow. That's what he would call what he felt in himself, that it was the beginning of a song. The silence of the snow.

Had he not been tired from the journey and had paid a little more attention to the large snowflakes falling from the sky like bird feathers the traveler to the window might have foreseen
that a strong snowstorm was approaching and he might realize from the beginning that he was embarking on a journey that would change his whole life, so he would come back.

What am I doing in this world, Ka thought. Snowflakes look so sad from afar, and such is my life. Man lives, is spent, disappears. He thought that he was disappearing and being at the same time: he loved himself, with love and sorrow he followed the path that his life had progressed like a snowflake. His father used aftershave - he remembered. He remembered the cold feet in his mother's slippers preparing breakfast in the kitchen as he sniffed the smell, one hairbrush, the sweet pink cough syrup they gave him to drink when he woke up at night coughing, spoons in his mouth, all those little things that make up life, the unity of snow, snowflakes…

Orhan Cotton, Snow
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And of course snowflakes, snow ... at least in the story because some frozen plants haven't fallen yet ...