On days like these, the city becomes quieter 🤍. Sounds seem wrapped in cotton wool, people move more slowly, thoughts are more cautious. And inside, too, there's a pause. Not pain, not joy—a white emptiness, smooth, cold, honest ❄️.

When there's snow in your soul, you don't want to talk ☕. You want hot tea, a warm blanket 🧣, and for no one to disturb this fragile state. Because snow in your soul isn't always sadness. Sometimes it's a reboot 🔄. A moment when your feelings rest.

On days like these, the street seems to support you 🚶‍♂️. She doesn't demand smiles, doesn't rush. She simply is—white, genuine, without unnecessary words 🤍. Snow hides the cracks in the pavement, just as we try to hide our inner selves. But there's no deception in this—it's temporary. Spring will come anyway 🌱.

And perhaps it's on days like these that we're most honest with ourselves 🪞. No masks, no noise, no fuss. When it's quiet inside, you hear what matters most ✨.

If there's snow in your soul today, don't chase it away ❄️
It knows why it came 🤍