Snow as Silence

I saw snow arrive without a sound,

and in that quiet, life felt complete.
It reminded me how ordinary moments
carry the magic of rebirth,
how stillness can feel like starting again.

Snow in its white holds peace—
a gentle happiness that doesn’t ask questions.
It doesn’t rush or explain itself;
it simply exists,
pure and unafraid.

As it touched my body, it slowed my thoughts,
cooling the noise I didn’t know I carried.
Each flake felt like permission—
to pause, to breathe,
to stop chasing the rhythm for a moment.

In its silence, snow teaches balance:
that breaks are not weakness,
but power disguised as calm.
A soft reminder
that even life needs rest to renew itself.