Snowfall

Here before us lies a snowy landscape where time seems to have stood still, and snowflakes, like a blanket, have enveloped the world. But why does the surface undulate so relentlessly, as if revealing its secrets? Or is this nature’s own way of measuring itself, striving to conceal its innermost feelings beneath a white veil? Does the meaning slip away beneath this fragile crust, urging us to look deeper?