Once again I got this emotional feeling.
This time it turned out to be a moomin picture.
Aaaah...Christmas...The day of joy and happiness when families gather together and bath in warmth and love.
Yet in the cold, outside, a young moomin walks lonely and alone.
Up from the hill he sees a small village, bright and happy, as a flying dove.
He keeps staring at this beautiful view for ages, but when the sun rises; he's gone.
...Yeah...I tried to be poetic there.