The First Frost
In winter’s stillness, life quietly endures.
The old man rose before dawn, as he always did. The world outside his window was quiet, blanketed by a frost that had settled in the night. He drew his wool coat tight around his frame, the weight of it a familiar comfort, and stepped into the chill.
The fields stretched out before him, stark and silver. They bore the remnants of a harvest that seemed so…
