Some days feel heavier than others. Today was one of them. A long, exhausting day, a mind cluttered with unfinished thoughts, and an overwhelming sense of creative emptiness. I had no inspiration, no vision—just the restless urge to step outside, to breathe, to move.
Every year, the sight of snowdrops sparks a buzz on social media. Photos flood timelines, accompanied by debates: It’s too early! Climate change! Everything’s out of balance! How can there be snowdrops in January?
As if we could dictate to the snowdrops when they should bloom. As if we could command nature to follow our rules.