Asher06
"The sky was a soft, pearlescent grey, not threatening, but rather holding its breath."
For Zoey, the morning doesn't start with a loud awakening, but with a hushed surprise. As tiny, glistening pellets of sleet begin to dance like scattered diamonds on the oak branches, she finds a unique charm in nature's subtle transitions.
While the world rushes by, Zoey stops to listen to the shy whisper between the seasons-a reminder that even the coldest days hold a fleeting, crystalline beauty.