In the Heart of Winter

In the quiet of falling snow,
there are moments that refuse to hurry.

Inside a fragile glass world,
she waits not to be admired,
but to be remembered.

Not frozen.
Not trapped.
Only held…
by light, by silence, by a season
that finally understands her pace.

Outside, the world rushes, buys, shouts,
counts time in deadlines and regrets.

Inside this crystal sphere,
there is no noise.
Only breath.
Only presence.
Only the courage to remain soft
in a winter that tries to harden everything.

She does not ask for miracles.
She is the miracle that stayed.

And when the snow melts,
and the branches grow restless again,
this ornament will still whisper:

You are not here to survive the cold.
You are here to glow inside it.

#RoseBloom

#Kerstmagie

#SnowGlobeLove