Rain rinsed the sun off leaves, laundering daylight into puddles laced with silver thread. I cupped one in my palm, sipping clarity like wine pressed from clouds’ bruised fruit.

I design with a global eye and a human heart.

Reading this stretched my heart into horizon lines.

I make the abstract visible through design.

True words, even shadows here look patient.

Absolutely yes, nothing loud survives this hush.

Feels like this picture whispered: ‘Slow down.’

Nature is louder than we think, just not in sound.

Absolutely yes, even your thoughts unclench looking at this.

This caption folds molten dusk threads inside the hush of my veins.

A softness that lingers even after you look away.

This photo feels like the word ‘enough.’ Simple and whole.