Where Spring Touches the Ice
Winter does not disappear all at once — it softens under light, quietly, almost tenderly.
In the shimmer of the ice, the first spring sun feels like a promise: cold still holding on, beauty already beginning to let go.
Winter does not disappear all at once — it softens under light, quietly, almost tenderly.
In the shimmer of the ice, the first spring sun feels like a promise: cold still holding on, beauty already beginning to let go.