Time of winter.
Frost is singing lullabies.
Cold of lamp-stands is looking at the passers-by.
Trees without leaves are in the embraces of cold sky.
Frozen benches are talking with the snow.
Sleep is coming to my eyes.
I am going... I am going home
to drink some tea
and feel true rest
after the long day of fishery
and thinking about life of fishes underwater.
Igor Marynowski: #poetry and #photography