22/11/2024
#17
I stepped aboard, the chill from the open door biting at my skin, and settled into a seat by the window.
Outside, the world was still and frozen, as if the city itself had paused to catch its breath.
I leaned back in my seat and watched as the city passed by, the trolley carrying me through its frozen streets like a quiet observer.
In the stillness, it felt as though time itself had slowed, and for a moment, I was simply a part of the landscape—a transient figure moving through the ancient heart of Vilnius, alone but not alone, lost in the beauty of a winter morning that felt like it could stretch on forever.
