Stars salted the black broth of night, grains of fire dissolving slow. I sipped their shimmer with my eyes and thought: faith tastes like this—not feast, but sprinkle, a scatter of sparks across hunger vast enough to swallow you whole, and yet you trust the crumbs of light will lead you home.

Excited about the future and creating solutions that drive positive change.

Mother Nature deserves an award for this Is this real or just a dream?

Always up for a challenge and motivated to find solutions that create value.

Light melting softly peaceful energy strongly