Valenki & Brushling
Do you ever pause when the first snow falls, feeling the world hush beneath a soft, white blanket?
Yes, I pause, letting the hush settle like fresh snow on everything. It feels like the world exhales, and I hear the quiet pulse of trees. I’m not sure my words could capture it, but I watch the soft blanket fall, feeling the moment in a way that feels both tender and a little too private for sharing.
It’s a quiet reminder that the earth keeps breathing, even when we’re wrapped in it. Sometimes the best words are the silence between them.