On Gonzo’s Pond: What Survives the FrostBoiling Frogs Winter came early.
The flowers I carried from another season didn’t survive the freeze. What I thought would bloom again simply couldn’t adapt to the new climate.
But standing at the pond, I realized something important:
Nature does not promise permanence
. It promises endurance.
The frost took the petals. It could not take the instinct to tend.
This piece is a reflection on resilience, memory, adaptation, and what truly survives when visible growth disappears.
Read it here:
Boiling Frogs
