In the evening

Lisa put down her pen, rose from the chair and quickly disappeared behind the door. There were a rustling of packets and ringing of china cups. The kettle was whistling. A few minutes later she came back with а colorful tray where beautiful cups with fragrant ginger tea were standing. Transparent vases were filled with golden honey and bright red jam. I pushed the textbooks away. In the dark window, under the neon lights the white snow was circling. It sprinkled in the yard, lay down on parked cars, trees and passers-by that were hurrying home. Lisa comfortably took a seat on a green couch. A gray cat climbed into her lap. The soft light streamed into the room, a quiet atmosphere was favorable for interesting conversation and enjoyable evening.