Over misted lakes, moose bellow with ragged pride.
Antlers rise like split trees.
Their calls startle clouds from stillness.
Majesty echoes through the fog.

You spotted the subtext I didn’t even know I wrote.

This kind of calm should be posted more often.

Design is the bridge between chaos and clarity.

I didn’t need that kind of clarity on a Tuesday

Caption just whispered to my tired heart.

That light holds something gentle and true.

That light looks like it forgives and begins again.

That’s not just light. That’s a love letter.