The first snow of winter, a blanket soft and white, every detail softened, especially the noise, where silence becomes a symphony.
Crisp air bites at my cheeks, a reminder of life’s edge, yet in this chill, I find warmth, wrapped in the beauty of transformation.
The world turns, each flake a story, a whisper of magic, an ethereal dance, as I breathe in the purity, the promise of renewal, a chance to start anew, a gift from nature herself.
- Alice Walker