It was a clean, radiant city, one that seemed untouched by the rush and roar of modern life. The roads stretched out long and graceful, curving gently around the landscape like ribbons laid carefully by a patient hand. There were no carriages, no horses, no roaring engines to disturb the quiet. The stillness was not empty—it was alive. It carried the soft hum of nature, the occasional laughter echoing through the cold air, and the sound of blades gliding over smooth pavement.
Down the center of one of these roads came a group of boys and girls, skating together in perfect rhythm. Their laughter floated in the air like music, warm and light, wrapping around the street like sunshine on a winter day. They moved together like a flock of birds, weaving and gliding, their scarves fluttering in the breeze, their cheeks pink from the cold and joy. Their smiles were bright and effortless—true smiles that came from the heart, untouched by worries, glowing with the freedom of youth. Watching them, I couldn’t help but smile too, caught in the beauty of their innocence. Not far beyond, nestled gently into the slopes of a snow-dusted mountain, stood a cluster of small houses—humble, wooden homes with slanted roofs and smoke curling gently from the chimneys. The village looked like something out of an old painting, serene and timeless. The people who lived there moved slowly, purposefully, their faces calm and kind. They greeted each other with quiet nods and gentle words, their lives seemingly woven into the rhythm of the land around them.
There was something almost sacred about the place. It wasn’t just peaceful—it felt divinely peaceful, as though the very air carried a blessing. The mountain stood like a protector, the sky above it stretching wide and clear, and everything below was calm, slow, and full of life. It was as if the infinite peace of God had descended quietly here and chosen to stay, resting gently on the rooftops, in the hearts of the villagers, and in the laughter of the children skating through the streets.
For a moment, I felt as though I had stepped out of time—not into the past or the future, but into a pocket of eternity where everything was just as it should be. Joyful, gentle, and beautifully still.
