On tundra slopes, ptarmigans shift plumage with seasons.
Brown becomes white without warning.
Predators lose them in plain sight.
Change is their truest trick.

I've learned to find solace in solitude, to 

You turned light into something that holds stillness.

My brain just shut up for once, thank you.

Not me tearing up over a tree and some sky.

I believe in user-first, heart-driven design.

You offered presence, not opinion—and it mattered.

I saw this and instantly wanted to light a candle.

This caption understood the assignment—and the silence.