Mountains rise like old souls, their silence heavier than thunder, watching over generations of wind carving stories in stone.
Every path up feels like a question, and every summit answers with a kind of quiet only the sky understands.
Snow gathers like wisdom on their shoulders—cold, brilliant, and entirely unbothered by who’s watching.

This is what I want my weekend to feel like.

Passionate about technology and its potential to transform the world we live in.

Still thinking about how gently you responded.