Winter's hush settled over Loch Lomond, the air crisp and laced with the scent of frost. A thick veil of fog blurred the horizon, dissolving sky and water into one. The loch, still as glass, reflected the twisted reach of dried branches, ghostly forms in the mist.

Silence stretched, heavy yet peaceful, inviting a moment of pause. In this quiet, nature spoke of resilience, solitude, and the reflections that exist not just on the water but within ourselves.