Icicles drooled glass saliva from eaves, freezing mid-drip like words choked by cold. Their tongues rang brittle hymns when wind tongued their sharp vowels.

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

This isn’t an image—it’s belonging captured in pixels.

How does a picture feel this warm without making a sound?

This light hums like kindness bending toward you softly.

Reading this curls moss ribbons into molten dusk softly.

This feels like time decided to stop rushing.

This caption pressed bone dust into my twilight lungs.

Right! Calm humming louder than my own thoughts.

You dressed nature in words too perfect for daylight.