The country is both blessed and cursed with cold winters. Whenever the pavement is safe enough to look up, Vilnius really looks like a fairytale.
Each plant tells a story.
Snow really becomes its dim colours.
The river Neris looks like in early spring.
The silhouette of the National Gallery melts in whiteness.
Cold weather makes people wish not to stick their nose outside and drive to work warmly and comfortably in their car. However, some cars won't start, and people who otherwise drive have no choice but to choose public transport.
In public transport windows are frozen, so there is nothing to look at anymore. More eye contact becomes inevitable. It makes people feel somewhat uncomfortable and look back at the windows, trying to decipher the patterns of frost, which remind of feathers, flowers and algae, or blow hot air, scratch the window and try to stare at the city through a tiny opening.
Vilnius doesn't have a bustling Christmas market or kiosks with hot wine (it would be illegal to drink alcohol in public spaces anyway). But people are already happily waiting - will this snow stay at least until Christmas?