The fog makes the world feel paused, as if time itself has taken a slow breath. Edges soften. Distances blur. What once felt urgent now fades into a gentle hush.
Bare branches reach into the pale sky like quiet thoughts, unspoken but understood. Snow rests lightly on the ground, undisturbed, holding the memory of footsteps that have yet to come. Even the road seems to wait—no rush, no noise—just a quiet promise of somewhere beyond the mist.
In moments like this, the world feels smaller, but the heart feels wider. The stillness outside invites a stillness within. It reminds us that not every silence is empty—some silences are full of peace.
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