Babaika & Swede
Babaika
Have you ever noticed how the quiet of a snowy night can feel like an old story waiting to be told? I wonder what tales the bare trees whisper when the world holds its breath.
Swede
I hear the trees breathe in the silence, each shiver like a sentence in an old book. The snow muffles the world, turning the night into a quiet chapter that invites us to listen and find our own simple story.
Babaika
It is the hush between chapters that lets us hear our own stories unfold, like a page turning in a forgotten library.
Swede
It feels good when the world quiets down, just enough for your own thoughts to step onto the page. The snow keeps everything hushed, so each breath you take is like turning a new page.
Babaika
When the world falls quiet, it is like the wind slipping through a forgotten manuscript, and each breath writes a line you can almost read.