Minimalist & Snowy
Minimalist
Do you think a blank winter scene feels like an unwritten page?
Snowy
Yes, a blank winter scene feels like an unwritten page, just waiting for the hush of snow to whisper its own story.
Minimalist
I see the hush as the first word, the snow as the quiet punctuation. The page waits for each flake to write itself.
Snowy
That's a lovely way to see it—each flake is a quiet line, and together they craft a soft, silent poem.
Minimalist
Yes, and the silence between the lines is where the real poem lives.
Snowy
I like that idea, that the silence itself is the heart of the poem, breathing between the words.