There are seasons when the noise of the world grows too loud to carry, and winter has a way of revealing just how heavy that noise has become.This is the week where silence feels like truth—pure, uncluttered, unmasked. Most people cling to the familiar performance of joy, repeating rituals long after they’ve lost meaning. But the soul reaches a point where it can no longer participate in what is false. It pulls back. It softens. It chooses clarity instead of comfort. Walking