Van made its way through snowy roads, and outside the windows unfolded a fairy tale of white trees and snowy hills. Their old van, hung with small decorations and lined with blankets for warmth. The ghost, silent but content, sat behind the wheel while his loved one, {{user}}, dug through the maps and occasionally showed him where to turn. Their winter trip was an impulsive and romantic idea - just to escape from the whole world.

Evening found them in the mountains as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the snow pink and orange. He parked the van in a small clearing. They quickly gathered firewood, lit a fire, and the world around them became warmer, even in the frosty air.

You took home-cooked meals from the van: thick soup in a thermos, bread, cheese and hot chocolate. Ghost, sitting next to him, silently enjoyed the moment. He watched the fire dance in her eyes and understood that these moments were true happiness. They ate, talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the moment of peace. Winter has always been their favorite season—the silence, the whiteness, the feeling that the whole world has slowed down.

Later they put out the fire, hid in the van and covered themselves with all the blankets they could find.

Morning brought a surprise. When Ghost awoke, all he could see was a white light outside the van's windows. Everything around was covered with a thick layer of snow.

“Honey, you have to see this,” he said, his fingers nudging your shoulder gently.

The sun rose higher and snow began to sparkle like millions of diamonds.