Gray Makes Me Happy

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ove the benches. Can you tell how much snow has fallen?</figcaption></figure><p id="a239">Over on the sides of the mountains, I could see snow fields which may be ski slopes but there were no ski lifts, so I doubt they are commercial ones. What fun it would be to go tobogganing down those slopes! Forget skiing or snowboarding but I could toboggan. From the train window, I could not capture these bright white slopes on camera.</p><p id="7e93">Part of these mountains contain the <a href="https://www.nature-experience-bulgaria.com/nature-parks/central-balkan-national-park/">Central Balkan National Park and Biosphere Reserve</a> where rare and endangered plants and animals, old beech forests, inaccessible rock massifs, gorges, waterfalls, steep abysses, and an abundance of wildlife species are found. The park provides a shelter for the great symbols of Bulgarian nature — wolf, bear, chamois, red deer, and golden eagle.</p><p id="138a">I didn’t see any of these from the train window. I think the clickety-clack of the train would scare off most animals. I didn’t even see any humans at the sidings. Too cold!</p><figure id="96e5"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="3d72"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Some green leaves still remain.</figcaption></figure><p id="f817">My gray day travelling through the snowy forests of the Balkan Mountains gave me a happiness that is hard to explain. I hope this story will encapsulate the happiness I felt when I read it in the f

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uture.</p><p id="8d3a">Do gray snowy days give you as much joy as they give me?</p><p id="743c">For more gray stories, read <a href="undefined">Oksana Kukurudza's Sunflowers Rarely Break</a>’s story!</p><div id="9512" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/searching-for-the-gray-hawaiian-monk-seals-ec97ce281509"> <div> <div> <h2>Searching for the “Gray” Hawaiian Monk Seals</h2> <div><h3>It’s the closest I will ever get to the forbidden Hawaiian island of Niihau</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*[email protected])"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="a276">Or <a href="undefined">Caterina</a>’s chilling tale of the Jewish Ghetto Uprising during World War II.</p><div id="c970" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/people-still-report-hearing-the-ghosts-of-those-who-passed-bee29f0f598c"> <div> <div> <h2>People Still Report Hearing the Ghosts of Those Who Passed</h2> <div><h3>The story of Muranów Neighborhood in Warsaw, Also known as the Jewish Ghetto</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*DQhz4yePQJ7xasyJslDGUg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

When it snows

I love snow! All photos are mine

There’s something about snow that makes me happy — I mean really happy. I’ve seen it so rarely in my life that I feel like I’ve found El Dorado. Maybe, if I saw it every year, I’d feel differently. Even travelling in Europe in winter which I’ve done several times since 2010 is no guarantee of seeing snow. Or touching it. Or seeing it fall. So when I do see it, I can’t get enough of it.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Travelling by train over the Balkan Mountains was a surreal experience. In Bulgarian, they are called the Stara planina: Стара планина meaning the old mountain. It was hard to imagine it was cold outside because the trains are kept at such a hot temperature you want to take everything off. Gloves, beanie, scarf, coat all come off and stored on the racks above until you have to disembark or change trains.

So I’m sitting all warm and cosy and looking out on this winter wonderland thinking how exciting my life is and what a magical world lies all around us if we only open our eyes and appreciate the beauty.

I love the benches. Can you tell how much snow has fallen?

Over on the sides of the mountains, I could see snow fields which may be ski slopes but there were no ski lifts, so I doubt they are commercial ones. What fun it would be to go tobogganing down those slopes! Forget skiing or snowboarding but I could toboggan. From the train window, I could not capture these bright white slopes on camera.

Part of these mountains contain the Central Balkan National Park and Biosphere Reserve where rare and endangered plants and animals, old beech forests, inaccessible rock massifs, gorges, waterfalls, steep abysses, and an abundance of wildlife species are found. The park provides a shelter for the great symbols of Bulgarian nature — wolf, bear, chamois, red deer, and golden eagle.

I didn’t see any of these from the train window. I think the clickety-clack of the train would scare off most animals. I didn’t even see any humans at the sidings. Too cold!

Some green leaves still remain.

My gray day travelling through the snowy forests of the Balkan Mountains gave me a happiness that is hard to explain. I hope this story will encapsulate the happiness I felt when I read it in the future.

Do gray snowy days give you as much joy as they give me?

Or Caterina’s chilling tale of the Jewish Ghetto Uprising during World War II.