At dawn, the city seemed as if it had not awakened from its slumber, quiet and still. The first snowfall had painted the world in soft hues of white, and the snowflakes gently settled as if to pause time itself. Stepping out early in the morning, each footfall marking the virgin snow, I felt the city enveloped in a deep, tranquil sleep. Even the cold wind weaving between the high-rises could not disturb the essence of this winter's charm.