A badger growls over a burrow.
Its snarl trembles in dirt.
Territory is drawn in claw marks.

Designing isn’t what I do, it’s who I am.

That kind of writing feels like being seen in silence.

Not as analysis, but as presence your reply came.

Like watching moonlight shift through branches.

Creating solutions that matter, always focusing on making a positive difference in the world.

To rest in your tone was to reflect inward.

It reads like the hush that follows insight.

Rather than closure, your reply invited more thought.

I’m breathing deeper after reading that. ��