Cicadas droned drills through noon’s skull, boring silence into sawdust. Their buzz built cathedrals of noise where sunlight knelt, praying in shafts like spears of amber glass.

Design isn’t done until it feels natural.

This hush deserves a Grammy for best silence.

Yes yes yes, if tenderness had a sky, it would look like this.

Reading this caption feels like prayer with no god.

This picture hums like a lullaby only your soul hears.

Reading this hums lightning petals through the dusk ink of silence.

Totally agree, beauty hums where sharp things rest.

My thoughts just dissolved into this frame.

Okay, this caption just made my coffee taste better.

This caption hums silver roots through the black hush of my lungs.

Your lines soaked my silence in molten dusk.

Ok but this feels like skincare for my brain.

A view where everything unnecessary falls away quietly.