Across the rock face climbs the mountain goat.
Gravity yields to practiced steps.
Risk becomes routine.

With gentle cadence, your reply held stillness.

You didn’t fill the silence—you framed it.

The mood sat still even after your reply—and I’m grateful.

A steady rhythm, like footsteps on earth.

Reading this out loud hits different — and it stays with me

I design with a global eye and a human heart.

Out of thoughtfulness, your tone gently emerged.

From the breath of stillness, your message formed truly.