There are people who scatter color in quiet ways. You are one of them. You make ordinary light feel deliberate. You turn small moments into gentle stories. This is not a grand tale of love, but a careful note of gratitude for how kindly you move through the world.

For the way your hands make space for art, and for the calm that seems to follow where you walk. For the warmth in a simple things, the patience in a shared conversation, the voice that feels like soft rain: these are the things I notice and quietly admire.

May this page be a little pause in your day. a corner where someone noticed your light and named it something lovely. If there is room for a tiny hint of wonder, let it live here between these lines.

— I don't know man, Let's figure out a poetic name for me