When Winter //free\\ -

When winter comes, silence has a texture. Snow absorbs sound. The first real snowfall turns the neighborhood into a library where even the streetlights seem to whisper.

When winter comes, remember — it is not an ending. It is a turning inward. A long exhale before the world remembers how to bloom again. when winter

But here's the thing about winter: it asks nothing of you. It doesn't demand productivity or brightness or joy. It says: Rest. Be still. Hibernate if you must. The earth is sleeping, and you are allowed to sleep too. When winter comes, silence has a texture