Unmelted snow clings to the frosty blade. Its cold edge bears a gentle dusting of white, the snow lingering at the tip as if time itself had stopped. A story left untold lies in the meeting of hardness and softness. Snowflakes softly kiss the blade, the icy edge catching the tenderness falling from the sky. The snow settles over the blade without a sound, weaving hardness and softness into a silent mystery.
