Dears pillows You appeared quietly, deep in the forest, wrapped in silence and cold smoke. Soft shapes, endless lines, a rhythm only felt, never planned. You taught me patience, timing, and how to trust the process. Each takeoff a question, each landing a promise. Somewhere between balance and chaos, I fell in love. Not with the speed, not with the exposure, but with the playfulness, the bounce, the freedom to flow without forcing anything. This isn’t about tricks or perfection. It’s about listening to the snow, following its curves, and letting go. A quiet addiction, a soft obsession. This is a love letter.