Winter’s Sunrise Three Pack

The Winter’s Sunrise Soap Box Is A hush in the air, fragile with memory. Frost clings to hidden paths as light filters through high canopies, silver and green. The wind stirs, bright and sudden, pulling breath from the stillness and leaving something cleaner behind. Night gathering at the windows. A soft glow from the kitchen, flour hanging in the air like dust in sunbeams. Slow stirrings, the creak of wood, the deep sweetness of something just beginning to rise. Outside, the world cools and quiets. Inside, the warmth lingers. The last light slipping behind the hills. Smoke threading upward, slow and deliberate, carrying the echo of something otherworldly. Earth, still warm beneath bare feet. Sparks rise and fall, brief and bright, as the dark settles close around the flame.