Into the Woods – Flocculent

These trees wear their golden puffer jackets against the winds of winter, each branch wrapped in the memory of warmth. Their yellow leaves shimmer with the promise of sunlight and joy, but beneath that glow lies a quiet softness, a gentle sorrow.

Here, yellow becomes more than a symbol of light. It is a tender shield, a comfort laid over something fragile. The willows do not weep from sadness, but from the quiet beauty of holding both light and longing at once.

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