Let's return to the beloved lake in the village of Panagyurski kolonii in the middle of winter.
It is quiet. It is white. It is snowy.
The cold has frozen everything. The lake sleeps under ice and dreams of spring.
The typha is frozen.
It's beautiful. The ice reflects the scarce rays of the sun and turns them into silver.
And below, the water lilies have nestled in the warmth and are waiting for the sun to splash the waters again and for the lake to warm up.
Soon...
I wish you an exceptional and impressive walk!
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