A veil of mist softens the trees, blurring the line between earth and sky. Pale greens emerge like whispers through the haze, hinting at the season’s slow unfurling. The air feels damp, heavy with the quiet promise of spring.
Delicate purple crocuses push through the snow, their petals bright against the looming white peaks. Winter’s grip lingers in the shadows, but spring whispers beneath the frost. The mountains stand silent, watching life stir at their feet.