The snowfalls of the past

Once upon a time lots of snow fell and everything stopped. The road was blocked for days, there was no electricity and the phone no longer communicated. We plunged into a timeless dimension, made the routes to link the doors of the houses with a path clear of snow and we sat around the hearths.
Some played cards and many listened to the stories of the elderly. < br /> In the long winter nights, we lived another life much more essential. Without modern comforts, together with friends of all time, the mysteries of life were much better understood.
A great feeling of brotherhood invaded the souls of the mountaineers, all, as in a single table, offered their reserves of food, they brought their bottles and even their blankets.
The farther away the things of the world became, the sacred values ​​of existence manifested themselves and in the silences of the snowy nocturnal landscapes one savored the sublime grandeur of creation.