Frosta & FolkFinder
Frosta
Have you ever noticed how the snow falls like a quiet symphony, each flake a note in a silent score?
FolkFinder
Yeah, it’s like the sky is handing out tiny instruments and the ground plays the quiet soundtrack. I find myself tracing each flake’s descent, cataloguing its path, and still wonder if the snow remembers the rhythm it was born to.
Frosta
Do you feel the chill in your fingertips when you hold one of those flakes? It’s like the ice is still whispering its own secret before it melts.