Missing the snow

What I really miss a lot is waking up to the first snow of the year. It usually went like this: You wake up, and you realise it has snowed the whole night. Everything outside is white and pure, and there is this hard to describe silence, as if someone has carefully wrapped everything in cotton, and all sounds are muted. It's the most beautiful sight and feeling. Then, of course, more practical issues coming into the picture: is the central heating working? has the fuel in the car frozen? piling on the layers of clothes... Winter has finally and surely arrived... Pictured above, people skating in front of the National Theatre Ivan Vazov in Sofia, courtesy Getty Images.