Under dead leaves, millipedes spiral in rust-colored coils.
Segments glisten with ancient oil.
They clean what others discard.
Life keeps moving underground.

Great design is invisible — but unforgettable.

This is the kind of calm that feels familiar, even when new.

It’s amazing how quiet can feel this full.

Even your silence between words had weight.

This is what softness looks like digitally.

Wow okay, go ahead and drop philosophy in my lunch break

Your image reminded me how small and sacred a moment can be.