Today, the calendar on is November 12, Monday. It's almost a year since I started to work on the third novel about the concept of time, time cycles in the space environment. Today, the street lay the drifts of snow that clung wire, hid with a thick layer of the roof and tree trunks. The feeling of purity and whiteness make my world a little hill and fragile, and even, cocoa is the coldness and alienation. But this bright sunlight creates a mood of…