The cherry trees erupted into clouds of pink,
their petals blanketing sidewalks with blush,
and each gust of wind carried a breath of wonder.

Creativity is not a skill — it’s my mindset.

That light moved something stuck inside me.

I solve visual problems with emotional intelligence.

That reply asked better questions than I did.

You made me want to reread the caption slowly.

Among many voices, your silence spoke clearly.

By listening first, your reply knew exactly when to speak.

Through absence of noise, your reply deepened presence.

The hush you held in your response made me stay longer.

With fewer words, your presence grew stronger.