Sverchkoslav & Danica
Sverchkoslav Sverchkoslav
Danica Danica
Sverchkoslav Sverchkoslav
Hey Danica, ever noticed how the old oak in the park turns that muted, almost silver tone just before the first frost? I find it like a quiet cue from the tree, a little story written in leaves. What do you think?
Danica Danica
Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. It’s like the oak is donning a quiet, silvery cloak before the frost shows up, almost as if it’s whispering, “Winter’s coming.” It’s a subtle cue, or maybe just the way the light catches the leaves at that moment. Either way, it feels like the tree is writing a soft warning in its own color.