Beneath the quiet glow of midnight, the house breathed in peace.
The warmth indoors stood in gentle contrast to the cold beyond the windows, where the world rested under a veil of stillness. Time moved slowly, almost carefully, as if afraid to disturb the moment. Every corner of the room carried a sense of waiting, not impatient, but full of hope.
Lights shimmered softly, memories lingered, and unspoken wishes found their place in the silence. Nothing needed to happen yet, being there was enough.
It was the night before Christmas, when calm becomes a gift and hope feels close enough to touch
ID: lovemygirl
