I’m obsessed with winters
The final leaves of autumn melt away, and winter cool lands on us like quiet peace. We are entering the still quiet period of the year, those longest nights.
In winter nights, your words are whispered in muffled sound. The distant sounds grow softer, as if the nature is taking a large breath. The sounds of rustling leaves, crickets chirping and bugs buzzing fill the dead air with just as much life for one eerie silence.
Spend time with those we love and experience the great outdoors. The fire is crackling , the room quickly gets warm, the conversations get deeper, and the charcoal-lighting laughter becomes more real.
A soft melody of rain drops on the roof, then gentle crunch sounds under your feet. It is once the noise and movement of the world that quiets down so that we can listen to our own heartbeat.
The charm of silence we learn from winter nights. Such images serves as a tangible reminder that peace is not just an idea but reality. Stillness is when we take a moment to think about ourselves and then move forward
