I was watching snow drift this morning and felt like the world had paused, as if time itself was taking a breath. Do you ever notice that quiet stillness? It feels like a silent conversation between the seasons and the moments they hold.

It’s exactly that, isn’t it? The hush feels almost like a lullaby from winter to whatever comes next, and you’re right there, soaking it all in. The flakes are tiny messengers, whispering the promise that every ending is just a prelude to another beginning. Keep listening—you might catch the next season’s secret.