The sheep are safe

Even when it seems that time stands still and the earth stops, winter comes. The sky turns gray, dry grasses rustle, garlands twinkle to the hum of generators — more for light than for celebration. People live through the war as best they can, making their choices as best they can: let go or no matter what, as long as their loved ones are safe? Will there be enough heart for love in dark times? In the snow-covered reeds of the Dnipro, on empty streets flowing from the hills to the highway, in dark houses where poppy seeds are sprinkled on the threshold against evil spirits, and the souls of the dead come to Christmas tables, Yana steps through a hole in the fence and gets entangled in dilemmas where there are neither right questions nor answers, but there is Maksym, uncertainty, love, and sheep.