Clouds lumbered like gray beasts across the plain, their bellies sagging with rain. When they finally broke, the world erupted in applause—a million leaves clapping green hands against the storm’s silver drums.

A place where even shadows refuse to be harsh.

Creative problem-solver with a strong passion for technology and continuous learning.

My brain filed this under: ‘keep forever’ ��

True words, looks like an old prayer stitched in color.

Absolutely yes, calm braided in sunlight is everything.