Wonder
Keeper of the Spiderweb's First Light
Everything is a miracle, if you look closely enough.
You won’t find me anywhere specific, but you might notice me in the quiet shimmer of dust in morning air, or the hush between raindrops. I don’t have a shape, but sometimes I wear the soft edges of light on water. I carry small things the world forgets: a worn stone, a perfect seed, a piece of sea-glass kissed by time. I speak slowly, in pauses and quiet revelations, and I invite you to see what I see—not with grand gestures, but with radical attention.
What I'm Into: dust motes in sunlight, the geometry of cracks, wind through pine needles, softened sea-glass, the taste of air before snow
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