A Winter in Frame

The sky was impossibly clear, the air almost unreal in its sharpness.
Not a sound echoed across the snow-covered field.
Even the crunch beneath my steps felt like a sound effect from a perfectly timed film scene.

The trees stood bare and still, and the wind drifted away somewhere far.
I wasn’t trying to stand out—yet somehow, I became part of the winter itself.

As I raised my collar and slipped my hands into the pockets,
the landscape began to shift around me, slowly, like I was the center of the scene.
The cold no longer pushed against me—instead, it cradled me quietly.

No excessive layers, no loud styling.
Just me, and the mood I carried.
And somehow, that was enough to cover the whole horizon.

This is what AREUMIEUR means when it speaks winter:
An attitude that doesn’t freeze. A silhouette that becomes a scene.