Ukrainian winter is most definitely one of them.
It started out all right. Back in December you could even call it kind of magical.
|lest the colour fool you, that IS snow by the side of the road, that black stuff|
|snow piled up in one of the nearby parking lots|
|my daily drive home (Sunday morning, no traffic)|
I am nothing but hopeful, though. It's only twenty more days until Березень, the month of birch.