glistening in the cold sun
by Builder Of Chains
Released February 17, 2026
A particular kind of awe rises when you stand before a world made entirely of snow and ice.
The silence is so complete that it feels ancient. The landscape stretches outwards without any visible markers or boundaries, creating a pale infinity that makes scale meaningless.
In that moment, loneliness arrives, but not as sorrow. It is a clean, honest loneliness; the recognition of being small and singular in something vast and indifferent. You are alone, yes, but free of expectation, free of witness.
With that comes an unexpected peace of mind. The cold strips everything down to its essentials. Noise falls away. There is no urgency here, no demand to act or decide. This world does not rush, and neither do you. Breathing slows, attention widens, and the mind settles into a stillness that feels earned rather than forced.
Time, too, loosens its grip. You stop measuring and simply start being. The present stretches out before you, elastic and endless, until the idea of 'before' and 'after' feels irrelevant.
In the presence of such vastness, you are briefly released from narrative and allowed to exist as a quiet point of awareness in a frozen, luminous world.