Shovelling at night

There’s something about shovelling at night after a fresh snowfall. The world is insulated in powdery white, the birds are asleep, and the regular sounds are hushed into a comforting silence. The city feels far away. You can hear the snow crunch under your boots and the boughs occasional creak from their new heavy coats. Lights glow gently, softened by their own golden star-shaped halos and cast this new, quiet world in sepia. Everything feels handmade, knitted into a cozy tapestry.