White silence…

Morning stretches, muffled, swallowed by frost. Snow has covered everything, laying a new slowness upon the world. Our world.

Under my steps, the delicate crunch- the only voice in the vastness. The air smells of cold, chimney smoke, the waiting for something undefinable.

Everything feels suspended. Maybe time, too, is holding its breath.

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A moment, a light…