12/01/2025
On this cold, snow-covered day, the Village feels suspended in time—every rooftop softened by white, every path hushed beneath the weight of winter. I walked its familiar turns slowly, letting memory rise with each breath of icy air. There’s a strange warmth in goodbyes when they’re spoken with gratitude, and today the Village seemed to listen as I whispered mine. The snow kept falling, gentle and steady, as if offering its own quiet blessing. And in that stillness, I realized a farewell can be both an ending and a gift—an invitation to carry the place you loved forward in your heart.