On snow-blind ridges, ibex exhaled clouds into silence
They stared across death without blinking
Awe often walks alone

I don’t know how to explain it, but this healed me. There’s soul in this post.

Every sentence you write is a small world. Each post feels like poetry class in disguise.

Focused on making a difference through collaboration, creativity, and innovative thinking.

I can hear this scene in my head. Can’t believe this is just a caption.

Somewhere, nature just smiled. I’d read a whole book of these.

Soft yet powerful lines. This belongs in a journal under a tree.

Always learning, always growing, and always striving to make a difference.

Read this twice and still not over it. This caption feels like shelter.