The First Thaw

The Lynx´s Path - Chapter 61 The first day of March brought a subtle shift—the crispness of winter softened as the sun lingered a little longer in the sky. The man awoke with a sense of anticipation, feeling the earth begin to stir beneath the lingering frost. At his altar, he lit a pale blue candle and placed a small piece of snow quartz beside it, a symbol of clarity and transition. Closing his eyes, he whispered: “The wheel turns, the ice melts, and new life awakens. I welcome the change.” The lynx’s presence was gentle yet alert, her golden eyes watching with knowing patience. She seemed to remind him that change was coming, not as a sudden burst but as a slow unfolding. He stepped outside, breathing in the cool air. Patches of earth peeked through the melting snow, small rivulets of water carving paths through the frost. Kneeling, he touched the damp soil, feeling its quiet readiness. Opening his journal, he wrote: “What is beginning to thaw within me?” “How can I embrace the slow...