The Whisper of Winter and Little Fingers
You know, there are some memories that just stick with you, aren't there? Like that one frosty morning when the world outside your window was all hushed and white, the kind of stillness that only a fresh blanket of snow can bring. I was a tiny tot myself, bundled up in what felt like a hundred jumpers, watching the snowflakes dance outside the kitchen window. Each one seemed to have its own little personality, a tiny, fleeting piece of natural art. That's the sort of moment that makes you pause, truly takes your breath away, even when you are just a ba...
