The first snowfall arrives like a soft invocation. The world quiets. Breath slows. The air takes on that blue-black shimmer that only winter knows.
Impact is not a number. Not reach. Not Likes. It’s the gravity that vibrates through your bones when something real is spoken. It’s what’s left when the dust settles and exhales are heard.
Impact is not a number. Not reach. Not Likes. It’s the gravity that vibrates through your bones when something real is spoken. It’s what’s left when the dust settles and exhales are heard.