It’s Freezing-1 (# 151)

A suspended hush lingers over a frozen river’s edge, where silence seems to seep from the snowy banks like whispered secrets long kept. Here, the boundary between water and ice is fragile—neither fully still nor entirely given to movement—capturing a moment caught in the uncertain breath of winter’s hold. Leafless branches rise with slender grace, their bare forms etched against an indigo current that shimmers with cold clarity, as if the river itself holds a hidden pulse beneath its frozen veil.