Early Snow

I had forgotten how mild early winter can be when the sun is low enough to draw warmth from every nuance of nature. The little hut seemed almost like a pause in the season—nestled between silent trees, old wood, and the faint scent of cold earth beneath the first snow, which had not yet fully surrendered to winter.

Just a short walk, just a quiet breath. But the clear air held me fast, as certain memories do—light, persistent, a little too gentle to resist.

The path was strewn with frozen leaves, each of which had that soft crunch. I followed their pattern without thinking, slowing my steps until the world around me calmed.

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The dress clings to the moment the way it clings to me—warm, textured, almost as if it wants to mirror the landscape. And in a way, it did. The knit, the muted beige, the way the light glided over the fabric…it blended with the tranquility instead of disturbing it.

Out of nowhere, a cat appeared—of course. These places always have a guardian. It brushed against my boots as if to give its approval, then trotted ahead as if to show me where the silence was deepest. So I followed it.

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When I reached the corner of the hut, everything felt slower. Softer. As if the world had taken a step back and left me standing in the silence of my own breath. I leaned into the moment—the light, the warmth, the muted colors—and let it envelop me for just as long.

And maybe that was all this day needed. A little break.