Frozen silence

The tree stands resilient, its bare branches reaching toward the sky, dusted with snow and glistening under the city’s dim glow. It doesn’t move, doesn’t fight against the cold—it simply exists, weathering the storm like it has countless times before.

You watch it, lost in thought, the cold seeping into your bones but not enough to make you leave. Something about it feels familiar. Alone, yet standing. Beaten by the elements, yet unbroken.