Frozen leaves capture the ephemeral beauty of nature’s quietest moments, each delicate crystal of ice a tiny masterpiece etched by winter’s breath. Their intricate frost patterns glisten like fragile lace, transforming once vibrant autumn hues into a shimmering tableau of silver and glass. As the cold locks their veins in stillness, these leaves become silent storytellers—whispering of fleeting seasons and the stoic grace of change—framed perfectly beneath the soft, diffuse light of a low winter sun.