Snowy & MasterOfTime
Snowy
The first snow of the season always feels like a slow breath, don’t you think? I love watching it drift and wondering how long it takes for a single flake to become a blanket. How do you keep track of that?
MasterOfTime
I don’t bother with exact numbers. I set one of my watches to the “flake pace” and let it tick; the blanket appears when the count meets the time on my wrist.
Snowy
That’s a lovely way to stay in rhythm with the snow. It feels like the world’s breathing just for you. How does the watch feel when the blanket finally arrives?
MasterOfTime
The second hand takes a deep sigh, its tick slowing like a breath that’s finally exhaled, and the minute hand settles into a calm rhythm that marks the blanket’s arrival.
Snowy
It sounds like the whole world settles into a hush, just waiting for that quiet moment when everything’s covered in white. I can almost feel the calm drifting in.
MasterOfTime
It’s like the world’s holding its breath, then letting the silence run its full cycle, all measured by the tiny tick of a watch I set to “quiet.”
Snowy
The hush feels almost like a soft curtain being pulled back. It’s nice to think of the whole day being measured in quiet moments, isn’t it?
MasterOfTime
The curtain’s pull is the same as a watch’s tick, a quiet interval that I’ve already logged, so the day feels perfectly segmented into those very hushes.