Those Who Carry Winter

Seven figures cross the frozen silence, each carrying a small ember against the white.

Perhaps winter is not only a season we endure. Perhaps it is also what we carry for one another: the quiet grief, the patience, the knowledge that certain things must lie dormant before they can return.

Their lights are small, but the distance between them is smaller still. No one walks entirely alone. Even in the coldest passage, there are signals, witnesses, and faint points of warmth moving beside us.

May you trust the life that rests beneath the surface. May the winter within you be given time, and may its hidden fire remain lit.