The blizzard came without mercy. It blanketed the land in sheets of heavy snow—bringing with it ice that thrashed the shutters. The howling wind through bare branches echoed like a banshee—longing for lost souls out wandering the night.
But while the outside earth trembled beneath its fury, the fire inside still blazed. Cozy and warm. Small, but mighty. Burning through even the darkest of hours. Providing what light it had. A hope for a new day. For silent stillness. A world covered in tranquil white.
Yearning for spring.
After all, the greatest beauty always came after the storm.
But while the outside earth trembled beneath its fury, the fire inside still blazed. Cozy and warm. Small, but mighty. Burning through even the darkest of hours. Providing what light it had. A hope for a new day. For silent stillness. A world covered in tranquil white.
Yearning for spring.
After all, the greatest beauty always came after the storm.
