Hey, have you ever noticed how the snowflakes that land on a branch tend to arrange themselves into a kind of pattern? I always think of them like tiny arrows pointing in the same direction. It’s like the wind is telling a story, just waiting for the right shot. What do you think?

I see it too, but those frost arrows aren’t lined up yet. A perfect string of arrows would make the story truly sing. Watch the wind, and your next shot will read the tale louder.