Whispers of Frost and Mist

Sometimes you are just drawn to a moment.

You’ll be running along, inhaling the icy dawn mist while listening to a podcast, when you notice it.

Eyes fixed on something unusual, your limbs twist involuntarily away from the footpath, shoes crunching over unbeaten frozen ground.

In that moment, in awe, in silence, you become one with the sharp edges of the frost shrouded landscape.

A wave of intense euphoria and total isolation in space and time washes over you.

That moment will not leave you. It will linger in the back of your mind, a persistent whisper aching to manifest into something true.

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