When I walked in her winter garden, the moon was slowly disappearing behind the tall trees, and she was sitting, reading, a light steam flowing eerily from the samovar. I kissed her hand, and her forehead. I knew she woke early, prepared tea, and read. The house was surrounded by silence. “Have you made up…

Winter garden When I walked in her winter garden, the moon was slowly disappearing behind the tall trees, and she was sitting, reading, a light steam flowing eerily from the samovar. I kissed her hand, and her forehead. I knew she woke early, prepared tea, and read. The house was surrounded by silence. “Have you…