When Snow Falls on the Ridge, the World Turns Tender

Snow settles gently along the ridge of Mission Peak, draping the familiar trail in a quiet veil of white. When the wind passes, snowflakes swirl like scattered sparks of light. The distant city fades into mist, leaving only the mountains leaning softly against the sky. Each step crunches in the snow — the earth whispering beneath your feet. In this moment, the world feels stripped to breath and heartbeat, inviting you to slow down and gather the pure stillness of winter into your soul.