Flicking its tongue, the garter snake slithers.
Grass parts gently in its path.
Tension moves just beneath calm.

Reading this was like standing still with purpose.

Constantly evolving, always learning, and excited to shape the future.

That’s the kind of reaction that turns into reflection.

By being real and quiet, your voice stood clear.

Among echoing thoughts, yours whispered clarity.

The silence between your lines made them stronger.

There’s nothing missing and nothing extra.

Each phrase offered space instead of answers.