I open the heavy door Winter had come. Welcome snow falling everywhere The winds between the snowflakes embraced the empty tree as if it were life. That’s how our relationship came to be. The snow-covered white trees were getting closer to each other. The complicated and tough road was erased, all the seas returned to the shore, and the sky that had risen lightly slowly descended and became land. The visitor, however, always leaves. I receive the peace you bring with empty hands. - Abstract oil painting illustration