Winter Night
In the stillness of a cold winter night, patterns begin to emerge. Imagination traces waterfalls and fantastic flowers in the streaks left by water on glass. Nature whispers through these fleeting images — silent reflections of solitude and memory.
Leaves appear as delicate imprints, frozen mid-dance in their final moment of flight before surrendering to the pull of rainwater. This is their farewell waltz — quiet, graceful, filled with an unspoken beauty. They hover between sky and earth, leaving behind a trace — a memory of movement, of life, of freedom.
“Winter Night” captures the breath between stillness and motion, between presence and fading. It is a poetic meditation on the imprint we leave, even in silence.