Girl walks through snowy woods alone

She’s just walking through the woods, snow crunching under her boots. Trees are bare, branches sticking out like fingers. The sky’s gray, no sun. She’s wearing a white coat, hair down, face half-hidden. Doesn’t look like she’s in a hurry. Just moving, maybe thinking. No one around. The silence is thick. Feels like winter’s holding its breath. She’s alone, and that’s all you see — her, the snow, the trees. No drama, no rush. Just her steps in the quiet. Makes you wonder what she’s thinking about. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.