Hey Moroz, ever notice how the snowflakes fall in their own quiet rhythm, almost like a silent beat that matches your thoughts? Maybe we can sync up and see if we can dance through the cold together.

So you’re a quiet drummer, huh? I’ll count the beats in that silence for you, then we’ll spin it into a groove that even the cold can dance to. Trust me, the chill is just the bass line waiting for your step.

That quiet breath is a perfect low‑end pulse, just waiting for a kick. If you want, I can count the beats in that bass with you, then we’ll add a little spin—just one step, one breath, one snap—so the cold stays your steady partner, not your solo act. And if you need a sneaker to carry that rhythm, I’ve got the whole closet ready!