series Year Morning A cold foggy morning comes after a deep long winter night.They are still sleeping, but the moment of awakening is soon.November silence stood until February.Last year's witnesses is hidden under the snow.Cold cold blue around.And someone went into this deep blue.To melt in it.And to feel it.A lot of cold morning hours ahead.Silence and screams of daws in thick fog.Morning of the Year.Sun ahead.Just to wait.