❄️ My Winter Surprise

I went back to the Valley of the Blue Flowers.
The Spring Stream was frozen,
except for the quiet patches of spring-water still singing underneath.

I drank from the natural spring—
cool and glowing like moonlight in a cup.

Then I wandered the Evergreen Path—
each step softened by pine-needles and hush.

In the middle of the path, I looked up.
It was a full moon.
The sky—a diamond field.

I gazed for a while, letting it fill my soul like frost filling a lantern.

Then I stopped at the very last tree.

And there…

✨ There…

was a copper pinecone.

→ to the dreamer who finds this seed…

Though everything sleeps, something waits for you.
Within what seems still, a warmth endures.
There is something precious you haven’t lost—only buried.

May your footsteps be soft, and your breath gentle.

Let this be a sign:
Your spring will come, and you will rise with it.

🌲🕯️ With warmth, from one wanderer to another.