Cold handed, Warm Hearted

The heart-shaped snow was one of three waiting outside my door in the winter of 2025. No one carved them; they simply appeared—quiet, impossible, beautiful—like love when it finds you. If there hadn’t been another pair of eyes beside me, and a photo to hold the proof, I’m not sure I would’ve believed it myself. Sometimes the universe speaks in a whisper, and all we can do is listen.