Close your eyes and feel the hush of a far-off winter midday settle into your chest. The soft crunch of footsteps on brittle leaves becomes a slow heartbeat, carrying you away from the noise of the day and into a stillness that asks nothing of you. A gentle wind through the canopy stirs old memories, while distant chimes mark the passing of light across a quiet sky. This is the sound of exhaling completely — of letting the mind grow as still and pale as frost on glass.