Unwritten Lines

There’s a path here, though it doesn’t ask to be seen.

Branches lean, light bends, and what’s ahead softens into possibility.

It unfolded in noticing. The design wasn’t mine, yet the rhythm was familiar:

how nature makes space for movement, even in what looks still.

Somewhere between shadow and sun, a quiet geometry works —

a pattern felt before it appears.

Truest blueprints appear in moments like this —

when searching stops, and attention moves with what unfolds.