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Lisa’s grandma listened attentively to the silence. The snowstorm, raging all night, calmed down. Just single big snowflakes swirled in the air, before touching the ground. Silently.

Grandma squinted. Lisa and her younger friend Sveta looked at her, intrigued. Suddenly a smile lit up Grandma’s face. She nodded as if in confirmation of her premonition. She looked up,

«Skies are changing…»

The wind roared through the tops of the pines.

«New energy is coming!» she turned to the girls.

Sveta turned her head in excitement as if expecting a miracle to show up any minute. Lisa kept on looking at Grandma, attentively.

«It’s a huge opportunity!»

Grandma looked at Lisa with such a warmth as if she wanted to pour on to her all the love of the world. Her eyes radiating as she kept on speaking,

«Long ago, we used to celebrate these shifts. Letting go of the old and embracing the new.»

Grandma looked at Sveta. The little girl smiled at her. Their gaze shared the total awareness of the greatness of what was happening.

Lisa stretched her hand. A snowflake landed on her open palm.

Grandma looked at her; she watched Lisa observing the snowflake,

«But energy is just energy. It’s what YOU do with it, that matters.»

Lisa raised her eyes to Grandma. The elderly woman looked gaily at her, with warmth. Lisa drew a long breath in several passes and breathed out. Grandma hugged her by the shoulder, pulling Sveta closer with the other hand,

«Let’s go inside. The wind is rising again.»

By the time they gathered for tea around the huge samovar, the storm was already throwing snow at the window.

«Hey, listen…» Sveta looked at Grandma, then at Lisa.

Lisa was just about to pour hot water into her cup. She stopped and looked at Sveta. The little girl had some jam on her chin. Lisa smiled, while Sveta kept on talking,

«It is Masleniza! What about making a celebration at school?!»

Lisa tensed a bit. She poured some hot water into her cup.

«Brilliant idea!» Grandma winked at Sveta.

The wind roared in the chimney, but around the table it was warm and comfy. Outside, the snowstorm continued. Neither heaven nor earth were to be seen in that white powder. Only flickering light. Light from the windows of that little house.