I stand before the quiet of winter. A snow-covered path stretches out before me, leading to a silent T-shaped crossing at the edge of the forest. In the white stillness, faint gray traces of a car and a bicycle linger, as if they have just passed and gently disappeared. The forest breathes calm and intimacy, wrapped in soft silence. I feel invited to step forward, to follow the path into the snow, and to wander without hurry, letting the peace of the winter landscape carry me along.