Snow holds the memory of every step, even as the light loosens its grip on the horizon. The road curves away without urgency, asking nothing but patience. Wires hum softly overhead—quiet reminders that life keeps moving, even in stillness.
There is a calm that only winter twilight knows: when endings feel gentle, and tomorrow doesn’t rush to arrive. In this pause between light and dark, it’s enough to stand, breathe, and let the silence say what words can’t.
