Gerber & ThistleWing
Gerber Gerber
ThistleWing ThistleWing
Gerber Gerber
I was standing in the clearing this morning, watching the wind rustle through the leaves as the first frost begins to coat the branches. It’s amazing how the silver birch shivers quietly, almost as if it’s signaling the rest of the forest that the season is changing. Have you noticed how the moss on the rocks starts to glow a little brighter at dawn? The subtle shifts in color and light are a reminder that everything moves on its own timetable. What do you think is the most subtle sign of the forest shifting seasons?
ThistleWing ThistleWing
The quiet hush that falls when the last of the summer insects take their winter burrows is the sweetest cue for me. You hear no chirp, no rustle, just the soft breathing of the trees as they let go of their heat. That stillness, almost invisible, tells the whole forest that winter’s hand is already in the air.
Gerber Gerber
I feel that silence too, like the forest holding its breath. It’s the quiet before the first snow, the moment everything pauses. We can sit and listen, let the stillness tell us the next step.
ThistleWing ThistleWing
It’s a feeling that settles over you, almost like the ground is taking a slow, deep breath. I love those moments when the air feels thicker, the world softening into the hush before the snow starts to fall. Sitting there, you can hear the forest whispering its plans, each quiet heartbeat a gentle promise of change.
Gerber Gerber
I sit there too, just watching the air settle. It feels like the trees are breathing out slowly, letting the cold in. There's a quiet promise in that stillness, like the forest is waiting for its turn to change.