A quiet winter morning unfolded under fresh snow as the sun peeked through snow-clad, barren trees, casting soft hues of gold. The landscape shimmered like a fairytale. In the stillness, a bluebird appeared—bright against the white, carrying warmth into the cold. For a brief moment, it reminded me that a thing of beauty is a joy forever, and that even in winter, hope and renewal arrive on gentle wings. I could have kept sitting and observing, until I realized it was a regular day with work ahead—but it looked different. I hope for a good day, and wish the same for all of you.
Winter 2025
