Among cypress swamps, barred owls call like ghosts.
Branches groan in windless night.
Something ancient listens.
Silence never stays long.

You wrote like someone who’s been through things — and came out kinder.

This image felt like it knew how I was feeling.

Behind every great design is a deep question.

It’s always the quiet comments that echo the loudest.

The way everyone is sharing in silence is beautiful.

Even the silence in this post speaks kindly.

There’s an emotional intelligence in this quiet.

Creativity is about connecting things differently.