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A crisp, metallic scent filled the air the moment Elara and I stepped out of the car. It was the smell of deep winter, of frozen earth and sleping things. The world, which had felt so cramped and noisy back in town, had opened up into a vast, silent cathedral of white and grey. I pulled my woolen hat down over my ears and grinned at Elara. Her nose was already turning pink."Ready to freeze for the sake of beauty?" she asked, her breath forming a cloud between us."Always," I replied, and we crunched our way onto the path.The forest swallowed us whole. The usual sounds of our lives–the hum of heaters, the ping of phones–were gone, replaced by an immense, peaceful quiet. The only sounds were our boots breaking through the icy crust of snow, a satisfying shush-crunch with every step, and the occasional distant crack of a tree branch, groaning under the weight of the frost.Everything was covered in a thick layer of snow, softening the edges of fallen logs and bending the fir branches into graceful, white arches. It was like walking through a monochrome photograph, only the blue of the sky above the treetops and the dark, serious green of the pine needles provided any color. Sunlight filtered through the bare birch branches, casting long, intricate shadows that looked like lacework on the pristine snow.We walked without talking for a long while, just listening. Then, Elara pointed. "Look, a scribble in the snow."We crouched down. Delicate, precise tracks, like a tiny stitch, ran between the roots of an old oak. "Vole," I whispered, as if speaking too loudly would erase the evidence of this secret, busy life. Further on, we found the dramatic, bounding prints of a hare and the neat, paired dots of a fox. The forest wasn’t sleping at all; it was just living a quieter, more mysterious life, and we were being allowed a glimpse.We reached the old pine, our halfway mark. Its trunk was wider than both of us put together. Leaning against it, we shared a thermos of hot chocolate. The steam warmed our faces, and the sweet, rich liquid felt like liquid warmth spreading all the way to my toes. We talked then–not about exams or university applications, but about silly things, dreams, the shapes we saw in the clouds. Our laughter seemed small and bright in the vastness, quickly absorbed by the snow.On the way back, the light began to change. The sun, low in the sky, turned the snow from white to a pale, blushing gold. The world glowed. I stopped for a moment, letting Elara walk a few steps ahead. I just breathed. The cold air was sharp in my lungs, but it felt clean. For the first time in weeks, the constant, low-level anxiety about the future that had become my background noise just… stopped. It was hushed by the sheer, imposing peace of the trees and the snow.As we emerged from the treeline, the lights of the parking lot looked oddly electric, jarring. We were dusted with snow, our cheeks flaming red, noses running, and utterly, completely happy."Same time next week?" Elara asked, unlocking the car.I looked back at the darkening woods, a silhouette against a lilac twilight. It felt like we had a secret now, the forest and I. "Absolutely," I said, getting in. I was bringing the silence back with me, a pocket of perfect cold calm tucked inside my chest, to keep me steady until the next walk.

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