Winter in world
Like a secret whispered by the sky, the first snowfall of winter came gently. Until everything appeared to disappear into a hush of white, it fell softly on the planet, covering the rooftops, the streets, and the trees.
Emily stood at her window, watching the delicate dance of snowflakes as they fell from the clouds, her breath hazing up the glass.
The world felt calm today, as though time itself had stopped to catch its breath after a long year filled with change and uncertainty.
An old scarf her grandmother had knitted, the wool fraying at the edges from years of use, she wrapped around herself. The chilly air welcomed her like an old friend as she stepped outside.
Except for the occasional creak of snow-covered tree branches, the neighborhood was silent. Her boots left tiny dents in the immaculate whiteness as she crunched through the new powder.
In the distance, she could hear children laughing loudly and cheerfully as they chased snowballs, their happiness resonating throughout the otherwise quiet world.
Emily ended up at the small park around the corner, where the swings were still gently swaying, as if they were calling her to join them. Letting the icy metal of the chain slide through her gloved fingers, she sat on one.
She sat there for a while, watching the snowflakes swirl, caught between the past and the future, between the promise of the upcoming seasons and the memories of past winters.
She understood that the world was constantly changing. However, in such instances, the snow served as a reminder that silence can occasionally possess a certain allure.