Beneath redwoods, beetles tunnel through bark.
Their work echoes in wood fibers.
Each groove writes history.
The forest speaks in lines.

This hit me in the quietest part of my heart.

It feels like this photo waited to be seen with care.

Even my busy mind paused for this stillness.

Excited to collaborate, create, and innovate in all that I do.

You left space in your words for others to feel too.

This caption held something sacred and small.

I design with a global eye and a human heart.

You pointed out the subtext like a literary ninja.

This view just whispered ‘you’re doing okay’.

This photo said more in silence than most speeches.

Every word says “I’m over it.” Every vibe says “I’m not.”

This didn’t slap, it tapped my third eye