The coyote trots through suburbia.
Eyes catch porchlight.
Wilderness adapts to pavement.

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

Before meaning was lost, your reply carried it on.

Among rush, your stillness became an anchor.

Design is how I translate ideas into experiences.

That kind of presence in writing is rare—thanks for naming it.

In the quiet of your voice, I heard care.

Written with the slowness of understanding.

Whose forest soul did this come from? — and it stays with me

I’d listen to an audiobook full of this — and it stays with me