Snow came down loud and steady.
It was a rest day while it fell.
Branches hold the weight softly.
Streelights glow into white silence.
Everything feels slower. Like the world took a breath
and decided not to rush.
There is something beautiful about the after.
After the storm.
After the noise.
After the build-up.
Not destruction.
Just stillness.
A reminder that even intensity can land gently.
