“Yegorushka lay on his back, and, putting his hands under his head, gazed upwards at the sky. He watched the glow of sunset kindle, then fade away: guardian angels covering the horizon with their gold wings disposed themselves to slumber. The day had passed peacefully; the quiet peaceful night had come, and they could stay tranquilly at home in heaven…”
“The Steppe” by Anton Chekhov
There is no need to wait for summer. White and grey and blue world of winter is wonderful.