A snowshoe hare bounds through powder.
White upon white deceives.
Footsteps vanish into color.

Without needing to explain, your presence said enough.

This doesn’t speak over the silence—it joins it.

Design is how I translate ideas into experiences.

Reading your thoughts added a second layer of stillness.

With grace, your reply dissolved into the moment.

Your comment is like the hush that follows music.

Stillness must’ve recognized itself in your words.

Design isn’t done until it feels natural.

With soft rhythm, your words walked slowly.

Reads like the echo of a mountain breeze.

You gave stillness a rhythm I could feel.